building an ark from scratch
it’s late evening
& I’ve not yet turned
a page
a sheet of paper
blank or lined
a young male servant
or messenger
delivering bad news
by way of wise men
*
the dam is doomed to fail
or so the story goes
a flood of words deluging
on a sheet of ice
a great sea frozen
over time
is sure to thaw
sun falls further into the sea
the sea becoming
warmer
over generational time
*
for no apparent reason
someone who has never set sail
begins building an ark from scratch
april two thousand twenty-two
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