Once

dingy sticks on life support replace
forests of sage and ripened guides

chalky, pacific puddles of clay take over
indigo seas full of prismatic spice

fuzzy smog with acrid overtones oust
eiderdown clouds quilted into azure skies 

weeds choke and obsidian stomps
lush lime murals dotted with lemon drops

sit down on the solitary stone bench
the front row seat at the earth’s funeral

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