The
boat is like a scooped out wooden shell
a
crab once lived in.
It
follows an oblique path to the shore.
A
thin rope ties it to the wooden jetty.
The
sun shines, out of reach of clouds.
The
beach is pebbles, grey and rounded,
warm
to the touch.
The
sun has the whole estuary to itself,
fingers
water, turns stones inside out,
revealing
their true colours
Words and images - Morelle Smith
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