This is the catch that holds the eenies, the meenies, the mineys, the Moes that takes off from the backstreets
keeping the Chevies from breaking the levee and washing the world away.
Because of this small "i" through which a camel may pass
from the bottom of the bottomless sea the eyes shine like diamonds set in onyx, aping the depths of the stars, illuminating our way
granting safe passage through the watery grotto and
we are able to breathe, somehow, though that's not our large concern beneath the straining gyre.
About the Creator
Steve Murphy
He/Him. A writer & actor living in the Arizona desert. Born in Idaho, have also lived in California, Maui, & Seattle. Married to a creative art quilter and blessed with the companionship of an Airedale Terrier.
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