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Evolution
Submitted by jeweetmycereal on January 29, 2009 – 8:24 amOne Comment
Evolution
by john penn
The moon was a she and I was some vulnerable kid,
cold beneath a sliver of wash-worn sheet
in a new house with no curtains.
I could see the pond out in back
where the moon shown still on the surface
and some fortunate fish burrowed deep in the black mud,
out of which some ill-fated creature once crawled
and ended up becoming loneliness.
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Right on. I love this. I feel the fish, man.