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September Rain

Always rain, September rain,
The slipstream of the season,
Night of the equinox, the change.

There are three surfers out back.
Now the rain's pulse is doubled, the wave
Is not to be caught. Are they lost in the dark

Do they know where the coast is combed with light
Or is there only the swell, lifting
Back to the beginning

When they ran down the hill like children
Through this rain, September rain,
And the sea opened its breast to them?

I lie and listen
And the life in me stirs like a tide
That knows when it must be gone.

I am on the deep deep water
Lightly held by one ankle
Out of my depth, waiting.

Helen Dunmore

Inside the Wave
Bloodaxe Books / Dufour Editions

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