The moon
A bone
A gash
A dry riverbed
It’s inconsequential
They say
Here to
There to
Where to
No two are the same
They say
Grass
Fever
Sleep
The day forever
They say
Wind
Hot
Sun
Parched, bare naked
They say
It’s
inconsequential
They say.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Jorge Flores on Unsplash
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