A Shallow Creek to Nowhere

In flood the creek is still a walk over. A listless washing of the land, a hesitant flow, never meant to be a tributary, or delta of anything at all. The opaque water meanders through sunken banks then after a few miles, seeps into a wallow of bottomland. It recently has been given a name, a new housing development built beside its muddy channel has named it ‘Silver Water Creek’. What’s left of Silver Water Creek scrawls an epilogue in the mud. A leaf beached on a pebble mimics a lilliputian wreck, and that is where my imagination tragically drowns. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A recent edit