Selected Writings:
Poetry, Prose, Songs and Reflections
water
miles
and miles
of water
an ocean? no
and not a sea
endless Miles
of flowing substance
forming, conforming
and splitting away
you have no definition
you have no shape
but i
cup you
in my hands
and
trickling
through my fingers
you wait
to be
again.
© Chris Frazer, 1979
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