Wednesday, July 3, 2013

NQY

NQY

The planes putt in, carving
bridges over Cornish air
and Cornish gorse.

Salt climbs to the wings
from the surf that cracks
at Bedruthan Steps -

the sea's spring rhythms
masking smoke from stag-dos
and the holiday lets.












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