34-37 Degrees South: Easy reading version
34-37 Degrees South digital anthology Easy reading version
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Two Coasts<br />
Brid Morahan<br />
You drew the two together,<br />
those coasts—far flung.<br />
I’d felt each as its own,<br />
I didn’t know they could be otherwise.<br />
Yours is wild, weathered, wind-tossed,<br />
all tonal merging, ill-defined<br />
under glowering cloud banks.<br />
There cliffs aver the sea, tickle<br />
it with shingle, dropped hard<br />
or in a trickle, eking away<br />
the face into its salt bath curative.<br />
Mine is hard-edged with horizons<br />
cerulean on cobalt, set-squared<br />
under white puffs of cumulus.<br />
Here sands embrace the sea, teasing<br />
it with whispers, soft-duned<br />
or in spirals, eddying about<br />
the skin in its own floatation tank.<br />
Here, there, jumbled bodies tumble<br />
in the undertow of slaty sunshine,<br />
salty lips, laughter,<br />
surf-craft and off-leash dogs.<br />
I always saw the separation,<br />
parted by those tracts of sea and land, age and custom<br />
but you made them one—<br />
brought the crinkles of your coast<br />
to the flatiron edge of mine,<br />
wrinkled, smoothed<br />
until they were one.<br />
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