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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	Maggie on Dudley and Eunice
	Rockall Mugs \| Will… on It’s Pissing Down On…
	Peak 3 (Stillborn) \|… on Alderley Edge
	erroneouschoices on Brittle (for Greg)
	hana on Succotash

Will Vigar