Thursday, 31 December 2020

on the dunes of the year

 on the dunes of the year

on the dunes of the year

the fences slip

the sand drifts

what we did is blown everywhere 

for all to see

what we did

has exposed the long roots of

the marram grass that ends

on what everyone else

may think

and we never know do we

what they are thinking i mean

how their tides flow

how the long light falls

all we know is that everything changes

the fences are secondary pickets

for at the end

our days are numbered thus

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