Zywa
Outer refuge
Shorn sheep warm themselves in the sun
shade under the crooked trees
a bathtub tilted to a trough
the dike ditch a ribbon of red algae
peeled signs on the border
water and land
the rippling nibbling on the slope
grass beds along the crest-path
I walk along the wide water
no screeching tyres here
sometimes on Sou'wester days
the seagulls and the wind
laundry flapping at the back
white as the sails in the lurid light
the sea level silvered by the sky
the horizon bent between the banks
the water arches over the green valley
swaying and waving seaweed nymphs
charm beneath the waves
treasures seemingly for the taking
golden yellow stones in the Shire Sea
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