Movements
Into the funneling drains,
go the lesser drains,
as they flow or seep.
Culverts coalesce,
the rain keeps moving,
the flushed keep swimming
through their own
momentum.
Is there an end to the flowing,
the passing through?
The highest dams,
the longest levee or dike
cannot hold back,
not a single drop
of sky or earth.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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