Not that anyone understands a word I say...
Like a shadow on the ground
In odd sun you see me
I slink and wabble
I am wet air on pavement
stepped around and on
at sole's level
I could dissapear
melt into rock and dirt.
No patterned wind left for me or us
I will turn solid and sink
morning does come
I will not surface.
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