POETRY
To Waterfront through Drought
Free Verse
Rails jerk into Columbia Station
twitching electricity for train
from first city, we sail together
over graves,
tributaries knotted with industry
under sky salted by heat wave
Rails jerk into Columbia Station
twitching electricity for train
from first city, we sail together
over graves,
tributaries knotted with industry
under sky salted by heat wave
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