This Earth

To praise the paranormal earth,
remember the rich raspberries
on that delectable August afternoon.
The abandoned shed,
the weeds which constantly overgrow.
A pitcher of water
shattered on cement.
Appreciate this inconsistent earth.
Many walk the paths
those refugees walked.
The sunken ship
knows less neglect
than this abandoned earth.
A water bottle in the valley
that no one bothered to pick up
cupid's heart
imprinted in the battle scarred tree
a gunshot ruins
a hopscotch game
a perfect earth
is no earth.

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