Waters
Wading in waters
Tainted as Mexico's Gulf
Yet creek bed shallow
Flaling in waters
Murky as an old river
Qualms rising chest high
Drowning in waters
Falling like Niagara
Adriatic deep
Drifting on waters
From a self-inflicted wound
Atop bundled sticks
Crossing the waters
With ripples of her blue funk
On the horizon
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