BUGGY wheels bog down in the
LOAMY soil, not yet hardened by wear.
CLOSE by are thorns and stones beyond
COUNT, but seed finds the tilled earth all the same.
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BUGGY wheels bog down in the
LOAMY soil, not yet hardened by wear.
CLOSE by are thorns and stones beyond
COUNT, but seed finds the tilled earth all the same.
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COUNT, BUGGY, LOAMY, CLOSE
LOCAL
BELIE dancers’ beads
CLINK while they – the dancers –
SAUTE dinner.
CLINK a glass with me-may our merriment
BELIE the doldrums of the age! Cavort!
SAUTE 37 times in a plaid banana suit:
LOCAL joy might yet dent global woe.
CLINK of spatula to pan as the cooks
SAUTE and simmer and stir;
LOCAL recipes and ingredients
BELIE the urban snobs’ slur.
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CLINK, BELIE, SAUTE, LOCAL
CANAL – the Panama one – cuts a water-filled
GORGE through the middle of a former
HAVEN, not only disturbing its peace, but
USURPing it.
USURPer has the city, rear guard flees hilltop via
GORGE under night’s protection. By dawn some will be far enough,
HAVEN reachable for the uninjured.
CANAL full of bodies a grim memory they carry with them.
CANAL forms the short path home through the
GORGE, but a mythic beast and mythic storm
USURP the reign of peace over those waters, and
HAVEN becomes the last thing believed possible.
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USURP, GORGE, HAVEN, CANAL