January 2

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poetry

Flood warning
even the hills

get treacherous
side streets

and alleys
like tributaries

water finds
the fastest way

or makes a way—
before I would

have made something
of this, or tried—-

now I just watch
some guy out

in the thick of it
shouting

and throwing rocks
at the cars that pass by

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