tears of joy
no USACE dam can
constrict, nor EIR
predict as if
acronyms save breath
and litigation.
The heavens in my mind
will open up
to consume me
like a leaf rising
upon wild waters come
to cleanup the mess.
tears of joy
no USACE dam can
constrict, nor EIR
predict as if
acronyms save breath
and litigation.
The heavens in my mind
will open up
to consume me
like a leaf rising
upon wild waters come
to cleanup the mess.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2014
Tagged Drought, Dry Creek, photographs, poetry, politics, rain, water, weather, weekly-photo-challenge
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