Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Tidal

whitstable

In silt and sand

awaiting the thellasic

lick of high water,

flaccid buoys

– tethered to mark

the edge of aphrodisiac

beds – rise in time

for the smack

and dredge.

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