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Bob MacKenzie – p. 27
sketch of a girl
somewhere near a far shore small boats bob in sunshine their sails matched triangles against the sky’s still blue
on a rock at the shore she sits imagines Euclidian triangles near a distant unseen horizon hid behind a watercolour mist
she always sat on this beach alone but for occasional gulls hair tied back and yet windblown her dress and manner timeless
the girl fades with the sunset I walk back into my own world leave the girl drowned long ago longing for the beauty of sails
