hold the line by L.M. Cole

the margin snails the margin shells

edged serrated not a knife

they have not split flesh spilt blood

and so have not been named toothed

I have found in them an embrace

softer still than sun-soaked silt soil

underfoot and yet have not

understood where their border lies

invented as most boundaries

wavering as the line of the sea

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L.M. Cole is a poet from the East Coast via the Midwest US.Her work has been published by Strukturriss, Substantially Unlimited, Roi Faineant, and is upcoming in others. She can be found on Twitter @_scoops__