yet again on another day
it does not seem possible
that i am here again above the sea
breeze
across the bracken turning sky
as warm as this foxglove bee
rolling a carpet down
to that remembered breath
that cacophony of shrieks
breaking over children
in and canute of the water
where a castle’s flag is feathered
a seaweed’s warm crunch declares
on the tip toe of a look
that yet again
it is
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