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Poetry for children
Harbour Seal
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Come with the slop of tide up the slipway
come when we’re not looking, come suddenly
cutting salt water like butter and
making a ballet of catching
the fishermen’s litter,
come while we eat our ice-creams and chatter
and make the glow of it happen
from a flash of recognition,
laugh at us as your nostrils close
in your wet black nose,
come for the French student on exchange
flipping the dictionary for your name
saying ‘Seal!’ to her friend,
and for the child looking at you
wondering what it’s like to be you -
come with your fat wet sides shining
cutting salt water like butter and
making a ballet of catching
our hearts’ litter,
and then
go freely again.
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