Don McLagan

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The beach where shore and ocean meet / Horizon far too far to know / Page to turn, margin to mark / List that notes to-do and done / Evening news and how it’s spun.

 

 

 
The beach where shore and ocean meet / Horizon far too far to know / Page to turn, margin to mark / List that notes to-do and done / Evening news and how it’s spun.
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From the north, wind clears the laze of summer, seaweed collects on the windward shore and squishes cold under bare feet.
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Autumn announced herself/last night, not to stay, just/a preliminary visit/a readiness inspection.

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Fronds bend to be touched By the young girl in the red hat Who strokes them like the silk fur Of a contented cat arching Against her leg./p>

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