There is Moustache Man
in a deckchair
on this esplanade
at the sea front
and he is smoothing it,
smoothing it out and flat,
then actually twirling,
twirling it up at the end,
both sides,
looking towards the water
unaware of being observed
in this sunshine,
curling,
and though I’ve always known
it was correct,
he is aptly named
by me.