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Fragile like smog shadows rifling valleys

the mountain holds its breath

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Fragile like feverish water

the ocean aborts the moon’s children

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Fragile like bees losing direction

and stamens playing their last hands

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Fragile like children born overwhelmed

by viruses perplexed

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Fragile still

like a flower

self-sewing in the garden

in blooming will make no mistakes

Intelligence in its unfolding

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“The Sky is falling. The sky is falling”

Painting and poem by Jana White

Instagram @jana_h_white