Adam Eves he calls himself,

but you’ll not be spat at

if you think it’s a pseudonym.

He’s into nudism.

 

‘Ah’, I hear you say, ‘maybe

he’s a descendant' -- but

aren’t we all? Fig leaves

will never come into fashion.

 

It’s not the best place in the world

to tap out verse on a laptop:

private or not, it’s still a beach;

sand will find its way from a to z

 

and I tell him so. ‘A poet’

he says, without taking his eyes

off the volleyball players,

‘has to take chances’.