mudden 2018

Washing the muck of an old beater
The soil comes off and dissolves in the water
The water forever flooding
Drowning in the swamp
We pass through the mud and into the reflection
Where the sky is clear but dark and desaturated
Trees ripple as an indirect result of the breeze
Illusion becomes reality
Sweet pond water
Dirt cleanses the pores

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