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Saltpool
To my brother, Michael
Two boys by a saltpool,
You remember how we were?
Shoulders tanned as sand,
Carrying a tin pail
With painted crabs and seahorses
To the sea's edge - and then, over the years,
Over aquamarine tiles,
To our office desks, files, computers!
'Look what we found!'. We'll adjust our ties,
Peer down: discoloured
Seawater, dead crabs, dull stones.
'Can you come out to play now?' And all
We tell them, the two shivering boys
With their seadrift treasure, is
'Later, later'.
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