It’s Inconsequential

The moon

A bone 

A gash

A dry riverbed

It’s inconsequential

They say

Here to

There to

Where to

No two are the same

They say

Grass 

Fever

Sleep 

The day forever

They say

Wind

Hot

Sun

Parched, bare naked

They say

It’s 

inconsequential

They say.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Jorge Flores on Unsplash

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