at the outlet
on heavy sandbags, willie wagtails
pick at the scum
three figures
emerge from the sea
under the jetty
the rain turns the sand
grim beige and blackens
the stalks
ropey couch grass
takes on a sickly shade
of green
the salt bush
shines like silver
in the rain
the distant hills
bounce down the sky
to a sunless sea
no vessels allowed
in the areas marked
in yellow
a wet umbrella
shared aloft between two
my arm aches
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