the idea is that
we need to slow down
to earn
we set aside what is fast
they won't love us for that
the turtles, look, they
always have those sleepy eyes
we love the burden of age
at their backs
the excitement of savoring
minute with minutes
so off we all go
to the queen city of the south
to the seventh wonder of the world
slow, so slow
are the stalactites and
stalagmites their meeting set upon
the dripping rain
the stillness of the pool within
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