The summer child

I see the summer child on
graying wood
mile off sun- warm hand back,
white gulled flight
slow pulse day- creek towards
the black tongued sea,
fish stalking bird wades in the
sloppy mud-
limping rabbit through the thicket
patch,
slain salt wind and tilting grass-
through the window
of her eyes, the dusk and water
she watches.

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The summer child