Dried Grass Remains
Then …
a derelict aqua-duct
cuts through the square
there was water
in olden times
grass grew green
fed by the flow
here, they found zen
stress has hydrophilic tendencies
it's pulled away in the current
Now …
the whistle of a rusted whirligig
has replaced the constant ohm
of a healthy stream
of consciousness
dried grass remains
marking an ancient path
ignited by the breeze
crackling and dancing
earth-held sparklers
lighting the Way back
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