The Memories Are Real Poem by Renee Marie

I met a man who didn't rinse after
washing dishes.
I met a man who rinsed tear gas from his eyes
with bottled water.
I met a man who collected rain for
growing strawberries.
I met a man who hauled buckets of river
to wash a muddy truck.
I met a boy whose poisoned tears
could not flow.
I met a man buying rights to pure water's flow,
to sell as 'Liquid Gold'.
I met a man who called memories
'fake news'.

© Reneé Marie
4.5.17