Husband, hunter-gatherer
I’m looking for bits of rope
tossed up by the sea
Anything, really…
with knots tied in them,
some remnant of a sailor or fisherman’s craft.
Ok, you said.
Relieved to find some tangible purpose
for our walk to the tidal pools,
you searched a short time
and pulled a long, knotted, shell-encrusted, perfectly weathered rope
from between the rocks.
Holding it up to me
with a smile
you asked…
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Lesley-Anne Evans
July 2009
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