Saturday, 15 July 2023

the estuary

 the estuary


the tide rises and falls

like the ribs of a breath

rises and falls

day after day

night after night

the salt grasses of cliché

standing like the horses at full tide

knowing that to the midges it’s a breeze

down off the hillsides far away 

the boats dream the lanyards loose

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