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by Rob Littler

Once wet, muddy
sediment dries
up and contracts, straining
Into a polygonal

Suddenly the Earth has a lizard
Skin to shed, tessellations
Of the pseudorandomness begging into being
By the parched ground. But drought is evidence
Of what’s absent, sprouting hope
That it will


Posted on 06/12/2018
Copyright © 2018 Rob Littler

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Dawn Davidson on 06/12/18 at 01:24 PM

yes the mud story, I can taste this, and follow the eye, to the conclusion, well orchestrated, mud seer

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