Beach poems

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Hollant
They beat the water    with long sticks
.                       .
to startle the sea
they draw them in
..
they pull them up
in their shiny nets
..
they let them drop
.           .
at their feet
..
on the floor of the boat
..
till they lie still
in the nets of language
.                              …..
all finished
dead fish                    .
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poems
Baina
Four muted men
.             ..
sit with their old backs to the sea
Their waterfall eyes cascade
.
down womanly shapes
.
that have come to compete
.
with the sunset
Their minds constantly moving
.
from epiphany to information
.
and back again
They turn around
.
only when it’s dark
Their eyes in need
of dimmer lights
Odxel
Mid-tide at Odxel –
……
the sea has its pants down
Ships slowly entering
.                  ….
the river’s wide mouth
.
Grasses stroking
.                            ..
each other’s thighs
Curly waters foam
.
around black, pharm testicle rocks
Or is it just the young ones
.
stepping into the pleasure ocean
of their eager bodies
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in a beached Maruti car
.
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