There was
Writ beauty inside the hormones
And the genes
Those breathing Spirits over
The fields and country looming.
Here
As we approached the sea cliffs
My anger
Started to subside.
And then
And then
I watched from the edge
Of the sea cliffs
With relative serenity
The waves, the bathers shouting,
Children running, the bees buzzing,
The flies biting,
The sun straddling.
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