When you go back
Unthink how the indifferent sea
Fingered with tidal persistence to rise by inches
Eased across helpless lowlands
Licked at villages, farmsteads and churches
Erased daisies, lime trees, bales of straw
Filled the throats of severed bridges
Stopped roads in mid-sentence
Discomfited mapmakers
As if by design
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