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A Summers Tide

Seaside pockets
And buried shells.
Salt tongued silence
And white bird yells.

Stop still rocks
And seaweed splashes.
Tidal bowls
And urchin lashes.

Blue spilt skies
And black winged splatter.
Tall spire spill
And old bell clatter.

Paddled bird
And mirrored long legs.
Hazy shore
And rock still bird’s nests.

Kick cracked sand
And flat pushed pebbles.
Trodden foot
And sea bent puddles.

Golden grass
And sea-song starling.
Reverent signs
Of summer’s coming.

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Jane Griffiths-Jones, March 2021

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