En Moss
- Liana Chetty
- Jun 5
- 1 min read
How the moss carries
the salty water. In bulk it sags
above the mud earth—releasing a mere
trickle of collected tears.
Dropped with a splash, clumps
stream in the pool, shifting en masse—
parting at once from its figure
while engulfed entirely
by more.
How the water holds the cold,
shivering threads. Feather tendrils ripple
to the song of swelling tide.
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