My grandfather swam out to sea most days
He was a Cape Town boy, grew up by the docks in Seapoint
His father the ships’ doctor.
The second son doesn’t inherit the farm.
Seascapes complimented his rugged good looks.
He had blonde hair into his seventies, always neatly combed
and checked in the reflection of shop windows. He thought that boys
didn’t make passes at girls who wore glasses.
When his father died the whole town turned up to the funeral.
When my grandfather died, I.
Issue 12
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Satya Bosman is the founder and co-editor of the Black Cat Poetry Press. Her poetry was commended in the Kent & Sussex Poetry Society Folio competition in 2023. She has been featured in several publications, most recently 14 Magazine, Fawn Press, and upcoming in Dreich.