1965
6.139
19.v.25
into the
bright
Gore Cove Track Series
like an idea round me
leant for a fence
bounce
and plash traffic
take ourselves
a truth to tell
the harbour binge
such shallows!
salt wash
someone latches on
it’s only day does
I belong to
great heights and find us
are all the spent days here?
slow to a stone
it’s hang from
kick about till still
here is a hat’s worth of sky
or else
I cast some shade myself
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