Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Walking through the drizzle When cloud presses down Tangling water and air, When there’s No earth to tread upon Just scraps of mist That trip and entwine, Snake sinuous, Slippery carcasses strewn on the quay, I stumble, my head full of Cold, dead fish And the ghosts of gulls…
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