Arthur, love this stanza:
Gulls sweep, wide and silent,
along the swing of sandy bay,
where I once ran alone,
barefoot brother of the wind,
while the skirt-tucked girl
dabbled her slender brown leg
from a froth of rucked slip.
Thanks.
Gary
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