The Ridged Riverbed
.original spoken-word poetry by
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slug photos by Dani-Barchana
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The Ridged Riverbed
Sea-slugs biding time:
Admiring the algal blooms,
Ruminating on the saline virtues
Of the estuary's sea-sludge
Laughing silently.
Humor of the downtrodden half-moon,
Glowing with no glow—
Awaiting the grace of a summer monsoon.
It'll be how it oughta be:
Soon, soon, a change gon' come.
If slug-I stay still or run, no matter—
To stand strong in the face
Of a force of nature is wise,
To attempt to buck its grain
Likely ends in one's demise.
The untangling of subtle pins
On the seafloor:
Poseidon please un-padlock me!
Slug-I reached my limits;
Let me roam unto infinity.
Written and Spoken
By
8/11/18
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Slug photos
By Dani-Barchana
.1 (and 4) — "Sea Slug"
2 — "Gymnodoris Ceylonica"
3 — "Chromodoris Strigata"