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for Jamie
Lank slow seagull on the Balearic wind
lank slow plane heading for hummdrummery again
dead foot and heavy thought they go
weighed with ended joys
Long drying sun still warm on your arm
long drying sea peppered skin
daylong dancing seas
you with me on my knees
Bip bap the beach bat goes bip bap bip bap
fleet foot and baked eyes
the ball shuttles to me to you to me to you
Where the sea meets the sky
at that blank point haze your spirit stays
free and captive
Matthew John Williams
2000