Mere Emesis

Fish Food

With the tide,
we flushed from the Sound.
Where our currents met,
there was kelp
and fish fed.
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The Ride

I climbed upon Old Reddy,
and pulled the pen on the stanchion.
The gentle old cow was unsteady,
and threw me for a concussion.
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Start giving back.
Don’t take.
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