At Brighton Beach

There's a bottle on the shore
with no note in it.
I wonder who didn't send
it for me to find.
Perhaps once he'd drunk
the whiskey he didn't have
a mind to compose
a note or to write one.
Or perhaps he got my note
sent in my bottle from
here first and having
read my note just threw
this bottle into the sea
and walked back up the beach
to his grass hut.