The revolution will be quiet & slow
Happens in decay & coalescing
A guitar string breaking
New instrument is formed
New songs are played
The revolution is slow & quiet
Beach waves breaking on the sand
People crying in the switchgrass
On the dunes among the lost creatures
The revolution is abandonment
Wildflowers overtaking
Derelict parking lots
The harvest moon seen through
The windmill blades
On a mini-golf course
A baby snake swivels
Out of the tin cup hole
A crease on his belly
Where it attached
To his mother
Inside her he was egg-held
He came out of her
Moving already, belly-propelled
Swiftly upon the fake grass
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