The Water Cycle


Rivers have prayers, too,
And voice them in their running to the sea,
Where each will be received
Into the greater tide that spreads around us all.

Oceans store their secrets
Locked up in the deep,
Among the bottom bones and empty shells—
Discarded homes of creatures that have died.

The depths provide a resting place
For all the refuse of our race.
We keep the things we wish to save
And for the rest, an early grave.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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