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Walking into the light
The morning sun silvered the poplar leaves
Somewhere others lay in the cut clay
waiting
And I smelt the sea’s dead things
As I walked.
Kelp, razor shells, crabs, limpets
School friends swam and laughed in sandy craters
And there I was walking
By Goat's Water, the Old Man looking down
As he had for all my life
And all those other lives before
The smell of wet bra...
Thursday 9th November 2023 9:32 pm
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