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  • Writer's pictureToby Gordon

songs from the quivering morning

atoms in the riverbed stones

move minisculely,

they are modest mice

making vibrations of small

magnitude.


come and see,

come and see whisper

more and more microbials

by the minute.


an unseen audience

above the high water mark gathers

to feel the stones miniscule

movements.


soon the fungi and the single celled

friends commence in a weak song


their melodies a lament, a warning,

for they emit a song from the quivering morning


and the scene they inhibit

becomes intoxicated with the knowing

that a certain

turpitude of dawn

spills over them in a new way









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