Psalm 146

The golden creek bed waves to me.
I scale the asphalt runoff
to find the water teeming with
playful creatures and pebbles.

I sense the opportunity
to build a great pool for them.
I dam up the stream just before
the culvert. The upstream swells.

Now fish are darting in the flood.
Crayfish and salamanders
dance. But I have no thoughts for those
downstream – as I choke them dry.

Psalm 146

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