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Poetry > A Geography of the Heart

Body beach

flesh flabs & flaunts
but mostly
skin just soaks in sun.
surf smashes shore,
oil aroma oozing with each rise, fall.
slick, splash
grey ash
sand clay seaweed
green tidal pool
ribbed blanket of wet grey sand
& sun beam, just a dream
bird chirp, man fall
down the trail of mudroots steep
chreep chreep say birds in gossip,
laughing high in the old green trees
full of bees
& scraped knees
& BVDs dropped to the floor
at the door of freedoms
wrecked beach

Published on 11/07/2005

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