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BROKE THE SURFACE
In Durban the day before the trip, I walked and paused –
between sky and shore
a few whales blowing fountains.
That night before my flight I dreamt, whales played close to the beach. Shiny, wet. I woke perplexed.
Their colour was ochre yellow.
A few days on in Fethiye,
with coffee and figs at the marina I leapt from my chair --
Right there, on the quay’s edge
a turtle broke the surface. First his head, then his back... He rolled over. Ochre yellow the sealed belly vanished.