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
Shift
Enitharmon / Dufour Editions
Copyright © 2011 by Rhian Gallagher
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