Monday, February 5, 2024

Thinking of California

the rising inches reach alone
the fleeting flows are tied
deluge debris all deepening
smash over closures wide

heavy speaks the falling month 
as atmospheres convey
words into rivers wetting foot
the catastrophic day
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