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Sport 42: 2014



Seal-skinned, you pour buckets
and buckets of water over your hair,
straight as the village roads
we drive on. Your body, your limbs
are long and mirror the furrows,
the angle of your rake.

I am the fluorescent pink seeds
dropped in the line you have created,
luminous and out of place.