Miles of long strand
stretch under the
lowly, green-clad dunes
south from the river
A jagged line of teeth
denote the mountains
on the distant mainland
beyond the cold water
Higher the dunes rise
steeply from the sand
Houses now appear
beyond their yellow crests
Looking north
from their final place of rest
the markers of the dead
espy the cape of turning
Men of the sea
at rest near the shore
not just here
elsewhere too
The strand closes
where lives lie closed
the only way is up
not just for the living
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