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Landfill Pond Song



Today we are wrenching out cattails,

killing time, keeping sun on the water for amphibians.

The sedges nap in a nest of verdant threads, so green.

The ingenuity of their prism stems is a magic that leaves me 

breathless. Releasing, they reek and suck;

they are birth and death at once. Sustenance.

The tender engine of pond breath is mortal and even.

A chorus frog jumps. Our genes are a tributary, 

helical, infinite, cradling me by the throat.