ESTUARY
Estuary
Through the night I st on a curve of sand where the meets the river’s mouth. Row cast their years in rhythm to and fish fry that drift under t a pantomime of their reels an spanning the horizon.
They too rise before d as bouncing spheres of light dancing and merging togethe and replacing one another in a word unheard.
Erica White – June 2021
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