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Chicken Little
I sleep in a lake of sunshine,
old to a dream’s prayer,
young to a promise deceived,
relieved
of sane motivations
parked in the alley
behind Drake’s 5 and dime,
float
beside neon signs
that swirl down sewers
pungent of sea bass
left too long at high noon,
the pet ogre chained
to a fire escape bobs
like bait on the lake’s surface.
Relaxed
of flood fears,
I wake
to Mother Earth
crashing into Father Sun
