A smooth
Cocoa plume
Sucked in
Like an embryo
Because embryos
Do that sometimes
Suck in thickly
To mass produce
Like violent rock structures
To roll through
And break the earth
Sitting by the river
I watch as they head back into their cabins
Turning on the lights
So they see
Their feet
Scrape the floor
Floor scathed
And the sky still broken
I hurl into my feet bare
The part of me I love the most
For enveloping
Children of the flies
Runoff from the skies
Blessed center of the rubbled growth
Dusty river
The valley
What perplexes me
Is the pattern
Of the leaves
Slightly harmed
By the breath
Of the waves
-Katie
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