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the magic track
Gore Cove Track Series
in
days of moss
and
slippery
in
the after falls
a
tickle in the mist
undervine
overlog
the
wind down of the day then
a
drip shelf at the foot
scratching
through mud
listen
up! and look!
the
sky was always a conversation
familiar
old refrain
the
last word is a bird
and here comes our harbour
tricks
up a tide
stones
are stepping out
have
you noticed how everything rises
and
some of this came down in a shower
some
of it with wings on a breeze
I,
myself, along, afoot
we
all just happened here
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