"Water Floods" Poem by James K. Dyson

"Water Floods"

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modern day in the shade

feels like hazy, blue, pouring rain

sitting under chipmunk filled trees

watching clouds and thinking about fleas

fleas are small but not as tiny

I am fine, but please, don't mind me

growing tadpoles in the pond

just a patient, won't take long

alcohol is in my blood

inject an overdose

when water floods

the find is dry

she lied again

I don't know why?

I do know when.

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Geoff 27 March 2019

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James K. Dyson

James K. Dyson

Grafton, Massachusetts
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