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On the anniversary<\/strong><\/p>\n You walked the path between the pines A cove of ash, boulders You make a vow to return each year, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Stewart Carswell<\/strong> is from the Forest of Dean. He currently lives and works and writes in Cambridge. His poems have recently been published in Envoi, Cadaverine, <\/em>and Brittle Star<\/em>. His debut pamphlet is published in autumn 2016 by Eyewear Publishing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" On the anniversary You walked the path between the pines that led down to the water, down to the sloping flow of the ocean upon crushed sand because it\u2019s where she told you to let go so it\u2019s where you\u2019ve come to let go. A cove of ash, boulders ground into grains […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12270","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12270","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12270"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12270\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12883,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12270\/revisions\/12883"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12270"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12270"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12270"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthat led down to the water,
\ndown to the sloping flow
\nof the ocean upon crushed sand
\nbecause it\u2019s where she told you to let go
\nso it\u2019s where you\u2019ve come to let go.<\/p>\n
\nground into grains on the shore\u2014
\ntoo many to count, but for a moment
\nit is you two alone by the water.<\/p>\n
\nbut an echo
\nis not an exact repetition,
\nand when you walk the path again,
\nyou will find that the journey takes you
\nfurther each year that you repeat it.<\/p>\n