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Sea Change

Spring and the come-back glow
shifts, blue-green and red-tinged blue,
light hits the undersea bed.
I could lose my footing
on this clay bank, taking my mind
from my step, going over and over
the last time we met. The sun
                 roaring in my head.

Rhian Gallagher

Enitharmon / Dufour Editions

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