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In Falmouth Bay
2. July 30 2021
The boats stand on the block of the sea
(Where did they come from, where are they going?)
Grey-green jade and hardly moving
(Where did it come from, where is it going?)
The boats sit like awkward white birds,
Wings folded away, still still.
Masts thin candles to be lit by the sun.
The birds sit on the rocks of the rooves
(Where did they come from, where are they going?)
Violent white and grey on green.
The gulls are small boats made of bird;
They climb the wind and become planes;
They make it visible as they dance and play;
They make air seem as solid as stone
And slide down it, turning, flowing.
Where did they come from?
Where are they going?
Small dinosaurs diving into
The melted comet of the sea.
I’ll warn you, I’m a bit obsessed with dinosaurs. Yes. Still. Find me on Twitter @patriciafinney
