Madeline,
we are motes and moles.
Unique protozoans,
green moss sticking to
black stones
slippery on the banks
of the river.
I've read your prayer.
I am eating each word.
I am imploring each syllable.
I like them to be tiny boats
sinking into
my ocean.
On the ocean
floors
i build my
rocks.
In those corals
that dance
with the salt
i too shall
dance.
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