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Samos Boat Trip by Sarah L Dixon

Shock of salt water
in a mouth that opened too soon.

The balm of cucumber

The buoyancy of swimming 
in open ocean

A wedge of watermelon
saturated in sweetness.

The sensation of being nowhere
on your back where all is sky. 

Aniseed warmth of Ouzo
adds to the August
heat of the Aegean Sea

---

Sarah L Dixon lives in Linthwaite. Adding wax patterns to Wednesday was released by Three Drops Press in 2018. Her first book, The sky is cracked, was released by Half Moon Press in 2017. Sarah’s inspiration comes from being in and by water and adventures with her son, Frank. More information can be found at: http://thequietcompere.co.uk/

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