Riviera

Up on the pebble riviera
Where waves lick concrete,
Living, cool
Breezes swift in clear blue
Through open space
And air.
Where brushed blocks, bruised
Live slowly
And the mood turns into itself,
Each night and every morning.

Up on the pebble riviera,
Great stegosaurus stumbling crunches rare
But loud within the crashing of the sea,
Relentless, cool.
Hesitation and the pounding
Thumps, great thumps and froth again
Against the floor and floundered bed
Never alone.

Up on the pebble riviera
Where the future once was
Pebbles slowly turning in their graves
Are ground by waves
Into the sands of time.