Pegwell Bay

 

Wind: water:

bird tracks

 

triangulate;

 

pungent sludge

green, fishy;

 

dog camouflage

certain russet

 

gold of season’s

end, a new

 

Eden.

 

Far out

kite surfer

 

floats,

like an

 

angel;

 

ground heat

incubation;

 

gannets

scream

 

from

knife edge

 

nest

 

we are

undone

 

in nature’s

story.

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