saharan dust plume (day 113)
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"winter morning
deep in the mist
moving its wings"
--@poem_exe
soft season in the afterlife
or limbo bar that bends us low
& crying, so as not to laugh,
a fugitive from ev'ry rainbow
walks around this turquoise pool
& peers at clouds, & feels their pull
a plague spread fast by careless louts
a revolution in the works
a horse race twitter-feed relates
a slow onset of climate earthquakes
all perturb; he rounds the pool
& peers at clouds, & feels their pull
"Early on, triage just meant to sort..."
"Discover stub, weed, sludge, and ugliness" --The Ring and the Book
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