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Whether Report

A slice of new moon slivers sky
with sly Cheshire Cat smile

Old orb but a piece of the pie
heralding new dawn’s new why

The winds blow cold to hot
slide from high to low

Around we go and go again
grounded by gravity and sin

We reach for the stars
while standing in trash

Our problems are old
the solutions still fresh

Do we lie down with mold
or rise from the flesh?

– Smith, 8.31.2016

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