The Douglas at High Tide

That strange tension between earth and moon spills fields of water
bigger than swimming pools: an ocean landscape
separating shore from shore.

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Lapwings pour in an electric flash onto glimmering.
Skylarks shout aloud a beautiful blue sky.
Shelducks adopt a new island.

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A pied wagtail walks like an inspector amongst the trash,
pink, blue and gold like treasure,
bottles pale as jellyfish.

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Warton Aerodrome looks so far away
like plastic, Playmobile,
almost innocuous

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but all the water in the ocean cannot separate us
from what man makes and the manmade
washing up on every shore.

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