Saturday, 10 September 2011

The fossil

From the bottom
of a cliff of soil,
disappearing foot by foot,
year on year,
into the Welsh sea,
I prised a stone.
Sandstone,
fist sized.
I cracked it open on a rock
and found a cockle shell,
white
and on the other side,
it's impression.
I placed it on my shelf
for the blink of an eye.

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