Water Town; a Poem.
Rippling water isn’t poetic
thousands of words have been said
millions of times, and
I’ve been slacking in my efforts
to understand all of them.
So, all I do is contribute to the cliché.
I have only hundreds of thoughts
scrawled out on one notebook,
and one wavelength
to operate on,
and I am spread thinly
across the tense surface
of this watery town.
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