POEM OF EVIA II
Walking today, a swathe of shoreline
Sprung at me, its stalks giant tall,
And still swaying; the feathery grass
That we had watched dancing,
Brushing against the curve
Of July’s pregnant full moon.
Then we stood, two standing spoons,
Wide silvered faces upturned,
With the sea grazing at our backs,
It’s rhyming ripples mirroring
The cat and ﬁddle, cow-jumping
Strangeness of a ﬁreside dream.
It is the newness new moon now,
Three months on, early October
Dishing out its harvest light,
From just a slit of sickled mouth,
Whispering and licking a fulﬁlment
That, earth smiles, is yet to come.
Right then, thinking fun sets only over summer,
A copper-shining dog ran, laughing, along the autumn beach.
All was saying,
Ear to Ear,
I am here.
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