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Infinite Mortality on a Rainy Day for Freshman

The bushels of silk-black crows caw-caw
to the overcast sky
yawning through a sleepy afternoon.
Cool aquatic crystals
















sink













onto











the
shivering shoulders of
innocent students, tromping along,
crowded under colored shields:
spotted, striped or speckled, bundled
bunched behind cinched hooded sweaters,
digging their soles




into miniscule lakes




daring





tiny,


dangerous
rapids— scurrying
to some







dry dungeon—
awaiting rescue.
Playing the finite game of Survival.




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