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Blue Ripples
Ripples in a pool still come back
A pink seashell fell into a lake
I was staring at the sun
Wading, knee-deep, turning circles with erratic gaze
Thoughts tumbling like a brook
Clogging and unclogging in their daily dance
Smashed up against rocks eroding with the thick sludge of time
The seashell fell with a whisper
Suspended the song of nature in a windy silence
Clasped life’s energy all for itself in one greedy motion
Broke the surface
With an innocent plop
The tsunami tumbled towards my turned back
A wall of cement in frenzied attack battering my bones
Tattering my clothes ripping apart flesh in bits by bits
Foam filled my nose, blood, my mouth
Launch a hand grenade at the face of the south
Teeth blasted, maverick shards of skeleton
Pain descends on an inward attack
Brushing dense line, relentless attack
Blood babies are born from my spine from my back
In a gasp and a shudder, the stars blink to black
In sore languid movements I feign lift my head
Detach from these katniss, this old riverbed
Foliage pins me down by the ankles and wrists
In the darkest hours, blades of grass grown in my veins
I feel the sister waves lapping at my side
Begging for entry
Lolling my head to the side, my cheek to shallow water
The milky pink conch sits in clarity on a patch of untamed gravel
A portrait in golden-leaf trim, coated in syrup
Gazing back to the sky, the clouds in their intricate dance with destiny
A blue imperceptible shudder passes through me, a wave.
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