Poetry by Angela Costi

From Bondi to Kyrenia 

She watched this sea 

with its loud waves 

demanding the surfer

to almost fall off the board 

like she did in the boat 

as she stretched to catch

the last apricot 

the crew member threw – 

there were many hands reaching 

for that taste of sunshine – 

her body flung 

against the boat’s spine 

as Poseidon opened his mouth

expecting a feed.  




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