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  • Writer: L. Adams
    L. Adams
  • Mar 28, 2020
  • 1 min read

tall, rising out of reflections

on the river,

constructed of steel and metal

and set in

close quarters.

short, rising out of loamy

brown dirt,

constructed of oxygen and sunshine

and set together

in smol grassy places.

long, running far and smooth

hot enough

in summer to fry eggs on,

and icy slippery

in winter.

tall, short, moving fast, slow,

constructed of love and life

always traveling

and set in

close quarters


lp.

I can’t remember when I wrote this. Anyone know what I’m speaking of. It’s pretty easy to guess.

I’m so dead. I’m so ready to be done with this COVID.


Courage, she said.

 
 
 

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