April 26 Sod Clumps

Sod Clumps


Clustered in the sand,

These 20 beings broadcast my name

Attacking me. But,

With my head held high,

I circumvent them.


Rendered powerless by decades

Of shunning, their venom

Misses its mark. I am impervious.

The lumps of solemn sod are stuck

In envy and the tide will wash them away.

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