Like a child wriggling in air,
root disconnected. Like a seagull
lost in rain that screams of ships
and cliffs and ice. Salt air
cutting the cord, shaping stoney seed -
Before. Beneath. Beyond.
Along the shore she papers a wall,
breathes in a confetti of spray
as the sea swallows up the land
and her summer days fray |
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