It blurs as dyes colliding 

Until the mallard flock flurries 

And the water swirls muddy

❧

When the riverbed reclaims its sediment 

We collapse in stifled combining

Taint me until I’m something different

Blend me into something pretty

Photo by Andriyko Podilnyk on Unsplash

This is a rework of something I wrote for someone when I was 18 that I found in my outgoing email. It’s pretty pertinent to circumstances right now which is strange, but things always seem to work out that way.