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Estuary

by: Lavinia Greenlaw


air carries the taste
of ocean-going liners

shadows of Canada geese
colour the salt grass

water trickles inland
suggests the threat of nesting swans

black Essex mud
refuses to take shape

I can live with this promise

that nothing is in place
but everything is here

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“I can live with this promise

that nothing is in place
but everything is here”

— Lavinia Greenlaw, “Estuary”


(if anyone can tell me which collection of hers this is from, i’d be so, so grateful!)