. at tenby
the sea pours
as the sky pours
into every crevice
of a headland
dressed for dawn
dressed for dusk
in the colour of thought
the colour of staying
on the lanyard
of the west wind
of the sigh of the times
i have waited here for you
at the end of sitting
just here where
i always will be
next to the bandstand
above the brass sea
at tenby::
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