If gorse on cliffs is gold
then what's the colour for sand
and where are the words for
how it feels between my toes?
Sasha leaves skid-marks on wet sand.
He has found a pool, a pool,
and there is a sea-anemone
and a dead starfish and a green crab
that walks sideways.
Twenty-five summers ago
I fetched water from that pool
for a picture AM was painting
which has hung above my mantlepiece
in four homes now.
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