Living with Sieve

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my words fall through a gully

plunge straight

as Wallaman Falls

splash deep shadowed ponds

to get your attention

 

yours dabble through a plain

by a river delta, the braids

of your thoughts spread wide

collecting in puddles

that evaporate

before they find the sea

 

my words plunge

through rock fissures

only speleologists might find

infuse for eons

with minerals and gas

 

yours recondense

as rain

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