Where was
my head
when I fell
for you
Through
marram grass
pinching
like sand crabs
down the
slip face
of a sand
dune
Landing on
drift line of
Spring,
full-moon tide
Ensnared in
flotsam
and jetsam
and items sundry
Caught and
enmeshed
in bladderwrack
Entangled
at uppermost limit
of wave
swash
Swallowed
and beached
and marooned on your
shore
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