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A Wary Paradise - May 22, 2021

new friends those one’s who’ve just

disembarked feel the gentle winds and

velvet fields in the valley of his presence

unaware there is magma beneath his earth

that one mountain’s smile is disabled

another’s cheek is cracked and bulging

there is a field where steam scalds the

soil and nothing grows

close ones of his once-burned now scarred

still visit but know the ferry’s schedule

I watch the time closely when I’m there and try

to take the wider paths those well-maintained

and open to the sun

the predictably safer journeys


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