The Kitchen
Endless mountains now
reach for the sky.
Tis the season for it
so torrential downpours begin.
Rushing creeks form
and the deepest gorges overflow.
Waterfalls agitate the murky depths
and raise up whitest foam.
A desolate land
destroyed by breakfast.
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