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Wave Rider Looking out to Sea From the west side Of the Island It’s Japan , the Orient next, Between us, Water and waves. Imagine seeing a bottle Bobbing on a crest Coming to shore, I’ve read about this Now I run to it, Slashing. splashing Through the tide. Yes, it’s sealed! There’s something Inside! Crusted, rusted shut I break the bottle, Remove a piece Of rolled and Folded paper, A bit of blood From the tip of My thumb like A teardrop tags the Last letters written In a female hand, December 21, 1969 Trust the waves will Find you. Call me at 44 020 8386 6 red blot Red blot. Anna. Stephen Nesbitt ©
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