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April 01st 2008 print

Elizabeth Lewis

The West Wind

beats my breasts and
finds the gaps
in my clothing.

I want to say to these people
with their bare feet and large dogs,
this is my beach,
my peace,
my morning!

Too lonely to want company,
I turn my flat, grey eyes to the sea.

Elizabeth Lewis