The river woke up this morning
To teach us a lesson,
About water and its seeking ways.
Novel and delicate in trickle
Yet monstrous in volume,
It swelled up and fast flowed
chaotic and capricious,
into our home, our land, our life.
Cannoned by its menacing,
aquatic power,
we cowered and watched
the surging roiling depths,
Crack open and spit debris.
Engorged, it snaked
through the city,
Busting and carving its banks,
drenching and drowning a
bewildered metropolis.
And then came the ghost boats
Lightly, darkly
Floating down to the sea.
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