Beginning with the grain;
The barley,
The board and
The beach;
Thinking it
Ought to
Hurt much more,
Mean much more
Than this.
Where is the music?
The returning tide?
Prints prove
You were here before,
But you have no recall.
The songs and cries of pebbles
Ring in your skull
Though you would swear
You’ve never heard them before.
The journeys of stones
Are buried deep
In your bones.
18/3/2013
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