Robin Robertson

(1955 / Scone)

The Fishermen's Farewell

Their long stares mark them apart; eyes gone
to sea-colors: gray, foam-flecked

and black in the undertow, blue
as the blue banners of  the mackerel, whipping west.

On land, they are smoke-walkers, where each stone
is a standing stone, every circle a stone circle.

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