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Ilmenite Sands

Billy Head

It’s not been rough
like this—

the fishermen
aren’t catching.

At the Bank of Africa
ATM this morning

people queued
with their eyes shut

then groped for the lips
of the cubicle door

and some quiet
to be slammed back

on the ocean
and all it brings.

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