l

boscombe, not
the sifting__beach
where you loved

comfort of whelks
you__flint crook
sand__catch the pebbley
headaches,

from the__slow__grin
ding surf
the__unborn wind

of son's gritty fingertips
and scrying__dyslexic daughter

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