This then, is still

Even a patch must be fed

with heat bearing down

like a glaring frown of a day

knowing the sun would dry

each tear drop of thirst.

 

Out early with a can and

ocean’s plankton- spawn

I mixed and turned

and poured and felled

and then there was still

as if all around stilled

and for that brief minute

found content

and told me so.

 

And all was still.

 

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