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Washing is the sound
Stephen Chinnock
11 July 2020
Washing is the sound
on the beach
day and night
Never ending
Bob Marley is the beat
Later at home
Rhythms never ending
Reflecting the patterns
Of real life
Bouncing around my head
So many patterns of beauty
On the south coast
The glossy black cockatoos
Eating casuarina pods
In front of my face
A background of noise
Of the ocean crashing on rocks
The blue so profound
While he chews away
As he must
Enormous stretches of beach
Make my heart sing
Again and again
Never ever ending beauty
Of sea sand and dunes unspoilt
To be in that space is to love
The planet and all of
Its expressions
Variety of beauty
All here on the south coast!
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