Homecoming
By Merlinda Bobis
the sea clings
to the roof of my mouth,
but the tide of my heart
cannot swell.
only this salt-taste,
this dumb remembering,
sharp as the flavour
of fish dried on the beach.
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the sea clings
to the roof of my mouth,
but the tide of my heart
cannot swell.
only this salt-taste,
this dumb remembering,
sharp as the flavour
of fish dried on the beach.