Elk River Reveries Day One

Stung by mosquitoes that are driven by bloodlust

I sit in the outhouse of undeniable redoubt

Please give me this boon, the living of the senses

A sensory world that never fades

I lose my voice, amidst the bullfrog croak

Greenery and tree root, the slap of tail on water 

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