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Rain Fed by Wendy Davison

The source of the source
An ancient cover, hugging nature’s reservoir
All greens and browns, tufts and mounds
Soft, saggy, soggy
Oozing and moving in a wave of funhouse drunkenness
A medley of tiny islands
Living, breathing, contributing,
BUT yielding to hooves, to boots, to paws, to tyres
Unsupported against the creep of environmental dissolution