So here we are.
Today’s Horribly Local Poor Poetry Month (HoLoPoPoMo) entry muses on our recent horrible events in the Northeast, and the power that water has over us:
all the water
the water cleans
the water heals
the water sickens
the water reels
the water slaps
the water breaks
the water floods
the water aches
The end.
Tomorrow we will go back to lightness. (That sounds metaphoric now that I type it. I meant it literally... but I sure do hope I’m right on all counts.)
Yes indeed. Welcome to me.
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