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About This Poem
the smell of the sea
the smell
of the sea
is overpowered by the
watermelon fragrance of newly mowed lawn
wagtails
hunting for unseen tit-bits
among shrubs –
an earthworm becomes a bone of contention
a butcherbird swoops –
swallowing the spoil
if only the wagtails had agreed to share...
there’s enough for all of us to go around
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