The Temperate Lands

Talk about the worst things
hoping that the subject turns wild.

A shark hiding under sea foam
of shoals too close to shore
to be considered dangerous
taking inventory of the usual suspects
having mastered the ebb and flow
gaining a footing in a place
un-belonging of our presence.

And there we wait
taking in every possible reaction
with hopes we recognize something of ourselves
even as we huddle together
in temperate lands
forcing our minds
to believe there is nothing further to believe in
nothing further that might shock
nothing further that might
disappoint.

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