Tuesday, 10 May 2022

on a long late tide’s caress

on a long late tide’s caress


first is the feeling of the breathing

of the sea’s excursion

rolling and sparring with

the jokey swell enwrapping

my chin a bow wave 

nostrils a statement of intent

the sky a spilt metronome

of grey clouds and maybe

we can feel a spot or two of rain

upon the end’s stroke 

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