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PETE HAY
Flower
Cone
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- Something beautiful on the tide.
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A dark purpling quickfire
- swirling on a surge of light
- and beyond my reach.
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It stays just so, a finger away,
- though it says such beautiful things.
- The beautiful thing on the tide
- deflects an ocean's yearning.
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It glides so deftly along.
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It stoppers engagement.
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On the invisible ebb of the tide
- it will whirl away.
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On a perverse twitch of the tide
- it will sway, it will dance away.
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- It is a slippery key to the world that I
hold
- in my fool's life.
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I was thinking:
- so this is your enchantment
- so this is your nudge and your wink
- so this is how a fleeting instant
- pricks, betraying the innocence of the
wave...
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- Tomorrow I will look
- for the beautiful thing on the tide.
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For the colour in its envenomed
lure.
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I will see quickfire,
dapple-warped,
- then that, too, will vanish from me,
- whirled
away
- on a random tide.
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