Two Poems

I come to you again
Across the years; across
The miles of poppies, gorse,
And tattered villages;
Across the line between
The Midlands and the East
Where land gives way to sky;
Across the Suffolk plain.

Walking along the shore
Beneath the mallowed wall
To the Martello tower,
Knowing these limits now,
These shifting constancies
Of tides and boundaries,
At last I learn the pace
I should have learnt before.
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