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A ploughed field by the sea

I miss you more than the sea*

Light rain has fallen

The rain revealing napped flints all along the field’s boundary

My snares were not set to hold you

But only cast as my heaven’s reach

Now proven so much less than your gaze’s measure

Glinting catching the light

Still sharp lying there

These old worked stones

* Paul would like to thank his friend Genevieve for this line.

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