Great-nephews
five steps down into the meshed-up pool
your baby slick safe
in toddler nappy
along the sea flower-bed green
bedecking streams of slime
to my eye soft
delight to his
high belly still the outie of his birth persisting
gave his mother hell
getting here we
all say now
looking at him safe against the brilliance
of the rock pools in
the sea shore
with one hand you dribble the cold silver
salty down his back while talking across
his squeals he beats fists of vivid mucilage
we
send long winter home
could we have terrific cousins please ?
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