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At the beach, after the storm...

The Beach
 
Now this big westerly's
blown itself out,
let's drive to the storm beach.
A few brave souls
will be there already,
eyeing the driftwood,
the heaps of frayed
blue polyprop rope,
cut loose, thrown back at us—
What a species—
still working the same
curved bay, all of us
hoping for the marvellous,
all hankering for a changed life.

Kathleen Jamie



The Overhaul, Picador


via Poetry Daily

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