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OCEAN

The birds that fly

in a shifting pattern

over the sea

with their eyes turned downwards –

what do they find

in the shining water?

Here on the shoal

the small waves crumble

bright in the sun

as the gull’s swift pinion,

green and clear

in the depth of shadow.

Inland the osprey

bears its burden,

yield from the sea

out of these waters;

out of this field

a shining harvest.