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Preserve the futureHail pounds down like bunched fists
On the body of a mother, failing
To provide sustenance for her dependent people now
We, her children, are wearing her down.
Our endless demands, more buildings, more cars,
Dont even quench our immense hunger for long.
Will we be happy once the plate is wiped clean?
Flattened under a concrete horizon?
What once was a sacred haven-
With plush forests and exotic finds,
Has now been torn down to make way for our needs.
One selfish race destroying the homes of your others.
Your rainbows go unnoticed-
Unseen beacons from the murky sky-
Covered with the pollution,
Of industry that takes ove
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More