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John Duffyfrom No.54By Danes' Dyke We sit on the edge to eat. Below our feet sea birds slide through layers of space, fulmar's hard glide swerves to fit in a cleft, sit safe on a sloping ledge. Above the cliffs, a bulge of air stitched by swifts as they read the invisible swell and slip of wind shoved up by the rim of sea and land, where a kestrel finds a spot: hangs still as a hook: swoops to kill. A stack of gulls is a tower in the air, a slow mill, turning below a squat cloud, a leather purse crammed with silver, coins about to spill into the sea that always breaks and stays unbroken. |
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