Quirks
Inner Harbour, Concarneau (extract)
At six o’clock there are
no men down by the harbour,
no gulls, no fish, no sun
bounced up like the centre
of a big, wild, blue chrysanthemum.
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Inner Harbour, Concarneau (extract)
At six o’clock there are
no men down by the harbour,
no gulls, no fish, no sun
bounced up like the centre
of a big, wild, blue chrysanthemum.