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Water Dream

Guranowski
Apr 5, 2020
1 min read

When I was a kid I dreamt of a flood,

Of water that grew up from the ground

Not from a spout, a wave, or a tide

Just an arrival from some nowhere place

My friends and I climbed the playground

We scaled up the wobbly double-slide

While a cackling witch rowed past us

On a welded hinge raft of shacks and doors

Home and school were lost, replaced

By this newly neither fresh nor salt sea

The playground was surely soon to follow

How odd this was, not to be scared or confused

As we ascended what shrinking time we'd found

And I thought: 'This is just the way things are.'

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