The Dugouts on the Cliff
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In air thin against the coast
where Blue Lias cliffs enclose
swimmers in the shallows
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turbines shift with the wind at its approach;
a pylon catches, at the end of the sun’s
closing speech, new resonances.
¶ 3
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Flashes off the ironwork merge
with grey clouds set in violet drifting
beyond the gated community of stones:
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footnotes in an island’s archive of time
referenced by the Dorset School of the Tides
beneath dugouts on the cliffs of Lyme.
“beyond the gated community of stones”. Beautiful.