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Does it make you sad to see the close
           of the family romance,
to know the house is grounded in the flow
           and left to chance
by currents you never had control of?

           Well, I could say
I'm sorry till the last of all our days.
           My flesh is feeling clay
eroded by more tides than I can blame
           or bring myself to name.

David Mason

Sea Salt: Poems of a Decade, 2004-2014
Red Hen Press

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