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Martin Hickey

The dinghy is rigged
The rising tide beckons me
Wind blows from the west
Launching into the foaming sea
Salt spray on my face

Edge of the world
Feet in the water toes curled
What will the tide bring?
What secrets will it hold back
Until tomorrow




Darkness of the night
Quiet skies with an orange star
My breath held
Clouds drift across my vision
As I sit softly in wonder




One hundred starlings

Landing on my hedge at once
Sparrows stunned into silence
Dinosaurs chat while
Pigeons stare


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