Tidal
       

From each drowned river
they drain out to sea,
the shivering images
of inverted hills,
bridges and cities,
to be scoured by salt —

and return as stormburst,
sunlight or the moon's
pale versions
of attraction: the flood
of born-again blankness,
a belief in beginnings.

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from The Quick
Bloodaxe Books
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