Soon my supply will meet your last demand

And you will have no further use for me.

I will not swim against the tide, to land.

I know the rules. I hear myself agree.

I’ve kept a stash of hours, just two or three

To smuggle off your coast like contraband.

We will both manage (you more easily)

Not to invest beyond this one night stand.

To narrow-minded friends I will expand

On cheap not being the same as duty free.

I’ll say this was exactly what I planned.

I know your pattern: in, out, like the sea.

It’s not as if we were designed to be

Strolling along the beach front, hand in hand.

Things change, of natural necessity.

The sharp north wind must blow away the sand