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The ocean twanging away there
and the islands like scattered laundry—
You can feel so free, so free,
standing on the headland
where the wild rose never stands still,
the petals blown off
before they fall
and the chicory nodding
blue, blue, in the all-day wind.
Barbed wire, dead at your feet,
is a kind of dune-vine,
the only one without movement.
Every knot is a knife
where two strands tangle to rust.
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