Idling

Idling

The way waves fold into themselves, sigh, then
play themselves out high on the foreshore,

a man draws and redraws the crescent contours
of the salt-woman he loves to draw to love.

from Selected Poems (Enitharmon Press, 2001), copyright ? Kevin Crossley-Holland 2001, used by permission of the author and the publisher.

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