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Today’s Short #Poem 181

I go back, imaginatively, shrug
my back, remember the mistral
lost in memories of Blackwood
thrashing in Blackwood, queer
crops swamp my desk, tarnish
the pages, the log of my travels
a caravan hired like a courtesan
beside the parkhouse, bucklews
milled in flocks, felt the rhythm
meaningless corpuscles, ravaged
charmless. A wish-list: a joke,
sixpence worth of tramping sands
lessons seared and deep-scarred
like a seaside pier; holy,
like the riotous wallop of waves
crashing

Ashley Bovan

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