by Philip Traylen
It’s good here: sea tending
to the colour of sky, sky
doing the same, backwards.
Many men and women
attempting similar acrobatics
in the new, Russian-made
apartment complexes which
hover a few inches
above the shore. Tonight
I’ll inseminate myself
into the gap and listen
closely. Maybe fall asleep
for a couple of hours.
Maybe forgive someone.
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Philip Traylen was a writer from Wales.
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