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Dolphins – Coles Bay
At daybreak they tumbled into the bay
where I swam, gliding past me
through the silk green roll of the tide,
black fins tracking their path back to sea.
I heard her singing, the girl on the beach,
singing in the seawind as I drifted
in the lift of the tide.
Under
the sheoaks
at sunset she sang and they came again
glinting through the darkening water,
arc after black arc leaping,
dripping gold in the last light.
All night I drifted with the dolphins -
seawind and singing and the sea swinging
in my body moored to the moon.
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