We stand waist-high In marram grass, Smiling at the sea, Shading our eyes Against spangles of sun To discern a distant boat Sunk in parallels of green And purple marsh, cream Sand of a windswept coast Silvered by ice blue surf, Tasting the zest Of salt and mud- It’s in our blood. © Kim […]
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