Swamp

by Frank Hubeny

On top the swamp is plain to see –
below, a rotting misery.
The light green algae doesn’t know.
The darkness doesn’t want to show
the fruits of deep, defiling sin.
There’s quicksand should you venture in.

Motivated by a prompt from Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip Challenge.

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