life paces

like a zombie horde outside

the schoolroom doors the more

rain pours down the hills

the quicker the river slithers

god, what’s that smell?

some fungus or lesser mold

takes hold, says “me, too”

and life finds its wicked way

under the door


you had a mosquito

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