Almost Old
Tragicomic reflections on ageing and motherhood
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Sand
The sea must have orange bones
I have white - as far as I know
A sand-coloured tail wags all the way out
dog-paddling to its toy
Brings it back to the sand;
looks up to see what it says
The sand, like tweed,
like apricot cereal, says
sand
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