The Menu

Poem By Andrew Shiston

Rushing water, teeth eroding stone
Spray suspended over a brightly coloured rainbow
Descending a catalytic cliff
Disappearing into a catacomb of caves
Spewing torrents into a gorge
Of satisfaction
A menu of nature
Eating the life of earth.

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