I walked beside you
Across mudflats in
my blue gumboots,
Over crackling oyster
Shells, green ribbed pipi,
The traces of wading birds.
When the tide is out, what lies exposed:
River threads of mud, old brown stones,
Tiny muscles yet to grow,
My sole prints left
on the ocean’s
bones.
By Sarah Penwarden
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