Untethered

There’s a man standing in the lake 
on his phone. From my seat between
a mallard duck and the old tyre,
I watch him, waist deep, cradling
his elbow firm against the rock
of the waves, watch the clouds scud
across the satellited sky,
seagulls screech, beach themselves,
shaking salt from their feathers
as though the ocean were nearby.

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