Glad I can’t mould sea, like land,
It just seeps into my soul, through
My fingers -
Out of my hands. Poems like
Broken shells; fragments of
A person’s life;
All weakness, and strengths -
Exposed to the bite....
https://abegailmorley.wordpress.com/2016/08/05/helen-harrison-featured-poet/
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