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So fast and fierce of a river
With a sliver, a piece of the river
That will deliver me safely across
Across where the trees are glossed with moss
I ready my lungs and legs
When along came a scorpion with a question to beg
“Please” he said with a tongue so slick
But I was aware of his poisonous stick
“Please help me across to the other side
But I said “No I will not give you a ride
As I swim you will give me your sting
And I will be swept down river and into the sea”
“I will not” he claimed
“If I give you my sting our fates will be the same”
I reviewed his words
And gathered my nerves
“Yes” I proclaimed
“As long as your stinger is tamed”
“Oh yes, oh yes” he added
“But please make our trip rapid”
So he climbed on my back
And there he sat
As I kicked and stroked
When suddenly I felt a poke
As the light grew dim
And my life grew grim
I looked into his cold eyes
And the only word spoken was “Why”
He said “I swear to you I am no traitor.
To poke and sting is in my nature.”
With a sliver, a piece of the river
That will deliver me safely across
Across where the trees are glossed with moss
I ready my lungs and legs
When along came a scorpion with a question to beg
“Please” he said with a tongue so slick
But I was aware of his poisonous stick
“Please help me across to the other side
But I said “No I will not give you a ride
As I swim you will give me your sting
And I will be swept down river and into the sea”
“I will not” he claimed
“If I give you my sting our fates will be the same”
I reviewed his words
And gathered my nerves
“Yes” I proclaimed
“As long as your stinger is tamed”
“Oh yes, oh yes” he added
“But please make our trip rapid”
So he climbed on my back
And there he sat
As I kicked and stroked
When suddenly I felt a poke
As the light grew dim
And my life grew grim
I looked into his cold eyes
And the only word spoken was “Why”
He said “I swear to you I am no traitor.
To poke and sting is in my nature.”
Literature
how and when
Scared of the how
Not the when
Literature
Earthlight
The sun shines not upon me,
but reflected by the world,
shared by all the colors that I see,
lit by grass, by trees and stone,
by water, dirt, and steel,
untouched by the sun,
in light I cannot feel.
Literature
Found in Translation
talking on the phone
in another language,
his joy translates well
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