Glory to the Things I’ve Known

I have known the drenching heat

Deep in clay-rich soil’s cracks

And fissures, the squeaking mice

Starving in their fallow fields, the bald-head

Vultures circling desiccated streambeds

To feast on bloated, popping bluegill.

I have known the quoggy springs,

The hungry mud gobbling boots,

And trees uprooted, swept away,

The world a river, the end downstream,

And all, all adrift in the swell

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