The cormorant
...my second poem as self-appointed writer-in-residence at Gwithian Beach.
Splash and glide
She came out of nowhere
It was low tide
Dived under the water of this tiny tidal pool
And then bobbed up like a cork
A barnacle-yellow gullet I’ve never noticed before
Amid the oily blac…
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