Words, words and more words
Dripping down out of an unfiltered sky
Composed of everything I was and am and think I will be
Large puddles forming on these city blocks
Nonabsorbent, they turn me away
To wash hope and dream into gutter
There are no trees here to nourish,
No grasses or wild flowers to reach root down
Or petal upward to receive a reviving drop
Just one large, subsuming lake
Diluting me, polluting a one-time purity
Washing me out to sea.
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