the first rays of Monday’s sun dry heavy wings
mud shovels lay encrusted on the grass
as backs and arms rest in the bright light
water-trapped cars tan in mirrored lakes
a hiker stops at the gouge in a road
he’s walked for twenty years
speechless
the day after all of life crawls out
to look the hammering memory
of what water and wind can do
still fresh the dark side of nature
slices deep into human nature
unspoken trust massively betrayed
and as if to say
“I’m sorry”
the finger of morning
slips under every chin
and gently lifts
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