always
always you return
from the hills
to the sea
the sand
the broken shell
between
always the waves
pluck and dully
gather falling
the length
of breath
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always
always you return
from the hills
to the sea
the sand
the broken shell
between
always the waves
pluck and dully
gather falling
the length
of breath
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burning on
the sky was
grey and low
the smoke was
of the sky
the flames of the
garden fire burning
were richly of
the earth
the woman was
tidying up the garden
gathering up gloved
armfuls of dry
branch the cat
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name
to Frank Le Baige
how many of us
have scratched
such names.
i go down
to the beach
and take a
look at the
foot of the
sandstone cliff
where it arches
over a hollow
hollower then,
a spot i’ve known
since childhood,
for that my
brother’s name
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