Shoot it if it rhymes

Painshore

Every day I take a long winding walk
on the shores of disease.
People I meet smile
and make pleasant talk.
“What colour is your pain today”,
an old woman asks.
A white dog wags its tail
a baby cries softly
a bird hoots.
I walk on.

In the tea-stall,
a smiling man offers tea.
In his glass cupboard,
deep-fried bananas reflect
the sunset glow.

I seek you
in the sand speckled with baby sea-shells
in the wind that breathes salt
in the sky that slowly starts to bleed.

I walk on.