Out the Back, Into Water

Porous shoes are made for marsh
Flying ducks saw presence harsh
Rhythmic knocking home to build
Shared goose fears a running guild

Stone is nowhere near to found
On the wetness sinking ground
Tell the story weave it free
Like these yellow finches' tree

Knock it down your precious self
Whirling evidence filling shelf
Contoured land of non-affliction
Nature narrate mother fiction

Left behind the crows don't budge
Streetless eyes are craning nudge
Grammar faster scented glow
Sunny day bides cloudy flow

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