Sunday, 21 January 2018


There lies Laugharne
at the tide turn;
full flow over bloated gullies,
over the grave worms
that writhe beneath his sea;
and there, in the flow of his words,
at full spate Dylan speaks to me.
In truth, it is only when I am at Laugharne,
that I feel, I just feel, how he speaks to me.

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