Sandpiper, a poem by Clive Grewcock at
Daniil Komov



written by: Clive Grewcock


Jittering across the shingle
like a shifting shape of light
glancing over wet pools
on sand.

I must confess,
I had to look you up
in a once used reference book
to find out what you are.

It identified what –

but I had no expectations of who
because your busy character,
scuttling over sand and pebbles
is too individual to label.

Then you are lost
in your own stoney

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