Monday, 30 August 2010

(Like) Weeds on the Waves

You knit a long dress.
A mix of mostly greens

One straight tower,
Its bonfire of pleats
To dance around your calves.

So beautiful someone says…
Like the sea walking!

You think of Martello,
And how the weeds jump
Around his sides…

You laugh strangely.
Shall… I knit this sea?

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