Moving Waters
a quadra-haiku
January wept
in the San Francisco Bay.
I unpacked boxes.
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Tears from sky gods fell
flooding homes, bodegas, hearts.
Should I not have moved?
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The troubled sea thrashed
to wake a sleeping city.
I dreamt of forest.
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And the waters seeped
forming rivers under clay.
In the dark we shift.
About the Creator
Landon Jones
Exploring existence through writing, art, and existing. Writer of fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. Friend of the inner child. Interrogator of the inner sheep. I stop to smell the flowers (and talk to them too).
art @landonmakesthings
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