The mud and the sludge will run their course,
Coursing through the shallow shores.
The rising tides will strike with force
On burning Earth the world ignores.
An ant on the palm of a toddler.
The eyes of a fish on a white platter.
The bottom of a well at midday.
The crumb in a snow globe last to settle.
A patch of iron naked and bare of rust.
A patch of red brick forgotten by the brush.
A patch of pale cheek without any sunblock.
The tongue of a black dog in a thirsty desert.
An oasis made molten silver by the sky.
A family of owls sheltering themselves from rain.
The dignity of a beggar blowing in the wind.
The wrong thing to say hovering in thick silence.
The faltering voice of a canary.
The faltering confidence of a hunter.
The air above a flame.
A flame drowning in a jar.
The moon hesitating to rise.
Two songs playing at the same time.
A willow trying not to touch the water below.
A writer trying not to use the same word twice.
The horizon trying not to bend away.
A calico napping in a patch of orange light.
The sun shining unashamed.
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