Littoral tide is low
waves are slow
and here among
runnels of brackish stained water
she warns me not to let the kids
go too close
where the water’s murky
even when the tide is out
just play there in the centre
on the flat packed sand
where the mangroves end
and the beached logs wave their flukes in the flux
where you can see a salty
even if he gnaws his father’s bones
back to the plates that hold
the heart in safely.
sheesh, love the way it darkens! You are on fire. What a joy to read your stuff :)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Efi, on a bit of a catch-up today!
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