Imagine,
if hype and hearsay
were flake and snow

wind might blow
some off to the gutter
healing heaping beautifully
for child play
and snow ball fights
with the other side

some same kinda gutter
with infinite
diverse flakiness
same soulful kinda child
with infinite
diverse idiosyncrasies

imagine,
a gutterless scene
when winters come
melting meets
around the corner
flushing none flooding all

flakes and snow
made way for
waves and water springs
movements and flow
swimming fish
and drifting cattle

then hype and hearsay
are highly here to stay
are flushing top soil
uprooting fabric
snapping twigs
twisting paradigms

such as dogma digs

—animasuri’24