durable and quick like the solar system, pads like planets rotating, leathered over years, slow tender fruits beyond the membrane, everything pink like the
Like constellations spotted in a pond the turtle carries on its back 13 moons on outer basal grey. 28 days, in small scutes brightly
now it’s hot our stink mud sinking green our flybelly flick our wet plash wed to spring rattle the low places bulrush deep steep