A solid in a world of ghosts,
A 21st century Jesus walking on water,
Wandering among the bejeweled leaves
And shining spiderwebs.
Forget the sun-- I prefer my sky
Buried under a snowbank
Above the muddy swamp
Lost in a corner of the parking lot.
Twin cars burn up the wet road
As rain winks in perfect circles on puddles,
As a ball of once-alive greenbrownpink tumbles in the gutter,
And as I float away on the morning.
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