Water of Life
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What difference to me
Is the source of the pain,
From an ancient salt ocean
Or a pool of spring rain.
The clever deceptions
Of color, grace and form
Veil the singular predations
Of a savage, feeding swarm.
From deadly microbe
To frenzied piranha,
Shocking my tingler to
The Great White Flick O' Rama.
The water of life shall be
The death of me this year.
Coincidentally, it is ice that soothes
My puffy, red jellyfish tears.
Copyright © Tom Arnone | Year Posted 2016
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