On EriskayNiall CampbellShe met me at the fence.

A kelpiewho'd stayed too long in this horse form,she mouthed the sugar on my palm,and when I slapped her barrel flankthe goose moor stiffened with a seaperfume.

Gulls gathered on the stoop.

What a way to be seen out: confusedamong the pearlwort and the fallow.

Her beach songs, like the recalled tasteof bucket milk, inched from her tongue.

Dusk grew behind the house.

I watchedher drink the moon from a moon-filled trough.

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