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Sunday, 14 June 2020
A Poem a Day (175): The hermit
The hermit
My house of stone,
A pink-walled cave, Grooves and spines. This concave vault Rolls as I heave it, Lug it. Sands shift Beneath my ten legs, Pinchers steadying, Antennae my eyes As I seek seawater.
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