Wednesday, 11 May 2022

a steep path above whitby harbour

 a steep path above whitby harbour 


many feet have stopped here

to rest on this seat under the valerian 

to eye the harbour 

lit now at dawn

or diffused of colour at dusk

when the lamp is lit again on the

handrail down to the making tide

flowing into the river’s mouth

rising the working boats

again  again  again

identity is consummated 

rebreathing the past

around me the ghosts

place a friendly arm

up you get son

tomorrow is another day

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