Love like water
Without a spillway
Rises along the contours
Of the already saturated ground
Then that which what we
Cannot do without
Overwhelms us
Even the dikes
We build bag by bag
By the chain gang of self
Can’t keep pace with the cresting
The deep swirling current
Tearing at the roots
Of our footings
We are a city
Built on river bottom
In generous alpine chalets
Hot in summer colorful in the fall
Cold in winter till the thaw
Then with cracking ice
Floods the spring
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Lovely.
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Thank you . . .
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around here, it’s called mud season
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