Midnight Clarity

Rookie (Isles of Scilly living in Barbados)

Cycles

A drift of paper on the beach
leads the eye to water, not fit to drink
too salt, the sea, to be consumed
Light filters down between the salt
the sand stirred by the white froth
spoons of water’s edge made waves
Light glows across the restless
ever-changing bed feet burrow in,
risking the nip and pinch of tiny

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