Wednesday, 13 April 2011
at the tideline
Despite my absence still the sea moves
to gravity's beat; gathers in light,
and sound, fills then empties;
an ancient rhythm and waiting
there again at the tideline,
the seagull with the dragging wing.
Kay McKenzie Cooke
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