"
Where does the hand become the wrist?
Where does the neck become the shoulder? The watershed
and then the weight, whatever turns up and tips us over that
razor’s edge
between something and nothing, between
one and the other. "
Ex. of "Gooseberry Season" by Simon Armitage, see the whole poem here:
http://m.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/gooseberry-season
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