mud swamps

Creatures of the mud swamps
dreaming of ships that never cross the bar
Ships in bottles, winds with no sails
feet trapped in the rigging of the properties of mud, water and grain
to reach the distant ocean
and feel the heat of the red sun
setting on the horizon of blue
is impossible
The dream is all that is left of a life
lived in a waterless, sunless sea of propriety.


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