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21 April 2014

The salt spray

The salt spray bit
the inside of my nose,
so that I tasted the sea
without tasting the sea

and the gulls chipped away
at the bloodied midday sun
as they carved up the sky

I watched a little boy
in a big checked blue hat
build a shabby sandcastle
and then observe in shock as
the rising tide destroyed it

He was learning about fate,
and that idea
filled me with joy,

for I was no longer alone
on the distant shore.

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