Saturday, 19 April 2014



Below the long-grassed dunes
the water-like shadows of sands pass
like time itself…I shudder at the force

of the wind, and the realisation
that life can scatter as quickly; become
diluted by memory, but we always

leave shadows behind. I walk back-wards
for a moment as if to recapture time,
but it has moved on.

So now I stand still, searching the sun-
set, reflected in the sea-waves foamy light.
Above on the dunes; long grasses sway

and below the sand shifts and swirl their shapes
onto the exposed Northwest Shore, a feeling
I have been here before; blown…

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