A sting at a time

i’ll like this Tanka
to be about what i fear
to tell the answer
to show me how we got here
nearly about where we were

the crashes we’ve seen
there’s something in the water
that traps dopamine
and leaves the cells to falter
for faith in one another

if this Tanka could
it’d be a cell and a nerve
a choice chemical
a stream, a tidal river
a wishful kind of prayer

leonell

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