Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Church Ope Cove

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Tethered kelp shakes

angry algal fists

at boy racer waves.


Reaching for shore,

slow-time tides beat

lunar tattooes.


Oil black mackerel

taunt the shore-bound;

Slick and shifting.


Wind whips; lips chapped;

horse-tail salt slaps.

Breathe in brine.


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This entry was posted on February 28, 2016 by in Poem, Poetry, Will Vigar and tagged , , , , , , , .
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