David Bracewell



body surfing at Tamarama

mackerel glints of you and me
lithe tethered to the sinews of an emerald break
our own slight sinews singing across a silver fret
tossed in tracing lift and gliding our youth
on the gathered face
the skin on our necks tingled in untempered light
as a stiff sou’wester cantilevered spume
and we fell up the glister to the scattering lip.
hear me now,
we fell and were taken up


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