Amongst Dunes

4 August 2017

Amongst Dunes

The imperceptible miles of a tanker on the horizon,
measured in units of shells
held between forefinger and thumb.

The disappearance and reappearance of plantation-row
turbines as they switch and
swatch between pewter outfits of weather, capriciously.

A girl on a long walk back from the breakers
appears still
until I see she’s reached another contour of liquid sky
discarded by the last high-tide.

Like the onset of childhood knowledge, sunburn
seeps stealthily into the skin
on a dishwater day,
and time feels as oil and water appear.

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