Tuppence arcade, a pound

thrill whilst others sit and drink

slowly cooling

tea near the promenade and the sound of Candy floss

melting in the August sun.

Rolling tuppence, eagerly lost, a way to spend

a pound to gain eight pence back

and feel the thrill, no longer a tuppence intact,

rolls of loose change and loose lipped

conversation, gambling addiction,

removing the training wheels early

as the hard earned coins

from savings at the back of Rackhams

come rolling down the slope

and adding a moment of pleasure

to the final days of August.

Ian D. Hall 2017