It’s Long Into It

They say toads are the first to go

then the fields and streams, ice

and fresh air to breath, our furry

friends and the flying ones, too.

Between you and me, send out

a pure line of white light; string

upon it what you love the most—

my guess is all of it. Then prepare

to fortify the web of life against

degradation, against the odds.

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