of wood, of stone, of fire and sea
a pinch of thistle and an onion
ten days in August, four by the coast
a rubber ball, glass and tar
My heart is made
of storm and hail, cliff and gull
high rise flats and carpet stains
cat fur, lashes and long wet weekends
My heart is made of all these things
many more
but the list will yawn
and you,
yours,
ours
mine
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