Jostled from bohemian cot
Nestled in the play of summer people
Who giggle to the rocky shore
Shatter the glass of soporific sea

Screaming tumbling splash in frenzied fun
Faces full of palmed pressed water while
I search for haven safe on this pirate strand
for my vagabond knick-knacks

No free swim this to horizon push
To gaze back on welcoming land
Beckoning towels fluffed.
Shoal-like we circle round
In the receding tide
As abandoned shore withdraws

Against the invisable surge I push
Though arms and legs entangle careless thrust
I stretch and crawl for home alone
through dark surf

DRIFT

                      Winter's bones linger
                      On ribbed fields,
                      Sharp as her bite
                      Hugging dim hedgerow
                      Unmellowed in the rising light.

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Brother mine	Thy Days	Sibling
Damaged good	What shape a poet	Herculean expectations
Barrel bottom fruit	Creative Burying	Ressurection
Bottom line	Regret	Times End
On the dying edge	Spider Time	In Memoriam : Twice Round
Biting Free	Earth Turns	Eight Pints
Id rider	Old Dog	Sinking Heart : Drop
Only worms will know you better	Eye to Eye	Swim : Drift
Thrice crows	Autumn	Coming Home
Friends in High Places	The night the church burnt	Passage
Poet bones	Last Strand	Speed Crazy
Katadesmoi	Ashes to Ashes	Sinking Heart

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