Aug 122011
Be mud with me--
Asleep in the hot muck
except for our gills purring
heated curls of water, in, and, out, --
Reeds will brush your whiskers
infinitely endless bamboo screens--
Here and there in the dim stir
a crawfish begging for it or small
snail with shells too soft
to resist!--glory it is
to loaf in the mud, swim
in the blood of the sun forever
and ever and ever amen

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