Some float off on chocolate bars
and some on drink
Harmless, happy, soft of heart
This bottle may breed
a new race
no war
and let birds live
Myself, I gripped my melting container
the night I heard the wild
wet rat, muskrat
grind his frogs and mice
the other side of a thin door
in the flood.
(Lorine Niedecker)
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