Erasure

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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