I have a poem in this edition of Clarion, out by Feral Angels Press, Devon, UK
I wrote this poem on the Great Ocean Road a few years ago, and then the next day, after penning the poem, I was doing my yoga, where I do it every day, and saw a seal had swam up, during the night and the high tide, to die on the rock near to where I did yoga every morning. But the poem is not necessarily about that.
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