Straw Woman


I saw her there.

I know I did, 

no argument.

She was standing 

in the coarse dry grass

ahead of me on the cliff top

contemplating

the sea.


I saw her there.

I know I did

no argument.

She was rising

from the coarse grass

right there on the cliff top

contemplating

the sea.


I saw her there.

I know I did

and I see her still

that straw woman

on a windy day

blowing

then blown

away

to be claimed

by the sea.


No argument.



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