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unique

I want to walk
where no-one's walked
along a beach
where waves
of the highest tide
have removed
the passage
of the years

I want to walk
through snow drifts
dazzlingly white
finely sculptured
as the sugar pyramids
I used to see
in Cooper's window
as a child
for then I'd stop
and window stare
and try to catch
each spectra
from the sun
within mine
inner eye

and as I drift
through drifts
of finest
purest snow
my trousers sparkle
with tiny diamonds
I know this day
this dawn
this dusk
at least
will be
unique

Poetry by Peter Humphreys