Never mind the tube of glitter
emptied on the muddy river to give it sparkle.
Temper raises the temperature outdoors
too minutely to measure.
The lagoon in the oxbow is the home
of a hundred million mosquitos.
The river wishes it slept so well
as a dog after a day herding sheep.
The river does not understand
the contiguous nature of states in its channel.
This afternoon we are without our quest
for transcendent Nirvana
and without our quest find it
while retrieving glitter from the shallows.
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