Toward On
Something spat her out
into the backwaters again.
Was it those devilish chemicals
carving blueness into her being?
Did she absorb the black ways and moods of creek cold people?
Does she wear the hungry battles of the world
hang them on her tiny shoulders.
She's strong as the tide.
She'll soon snap out of it.
Like a sprig beneath a stone.
But maybe not this time.
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