Humble Monkeys

We played in our swim trunks and with the hose,

running through the dandelions of Abba’s grass

our wet feet sticky yellow.

And here this puddle before us—

Two metallic figures standing liquid pool shadows,

our feet burning from an asphalt driveway—

How can it not be humbling to know?

How fantastic that we will all die.

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