Strange Fish - by
At the beach
/ she would not splash
/ in the shallows
/ or leap
/ the rippling waves,
/ instead she sat
/ sour-faced
/ on the sand
/ and…
At the beach
/ she would not splash
/ in the shallows
/ or leap
/ the rippling waves,
/ instead she sat
/ sour-faced
/ on the sand
/ and…
I seem to draw them to me.
/ They come swirling towards me
/ like tugboats
/ in the dusk – every tread unsteady.
/ They set their…
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