Thursday, November 14, 2019

St. Mark's Blues

To some,
It appears that the water is rising.
Others say,
No,
It is the land that is sinking.
But as the flood inches closer to your door,
Eager to swallow everything you know,
It is,
In reality,
Too late to argue.

11-14-19
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