we, tiny sea animals have a place and function doing slow work sifting each with our tiny cells the ocean water which passes building a house to protect our small and vulnerable selves then we die and our ruins in colonies or alone gather below unnoticed our work is quietly resting tiny sediment bones and all the while above us others come and go our leavings transform in stages starting with fine drifting sand later mountains and cities are made from the rock of our shells or planted with feet firm upon us because from the fluid ocean we have created the land (1970s) Comments are closed.
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Poems by Janet
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