dirt on the welcome mat

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There’s a pattern in the mold beneath the sunset paint,
The cracks above fold like rivers into a dark sea
Rank with rotting fishy skins.
This water boils the dinner plates
Clean again
After a meal of swamp sauce and
Reeds steamed with the heavy green air
For our dinner on the marsh banks,
Not for the fair or faint of heart.


The doorjamb of utopia,

A knee scrape

Away from the deep end

Of the pool.

The great blue abyss

Turns cameras

Into philosophers,

Summing up the world

With a single click.