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Flash Flood

by Chris Rozik


Attempting to perform flooding
on your own house
is a lot like doing it to your mind.
You may have gotten things too on point,

May have really hit the mark on this,
May be trembling in the deep end,
May be watching the wash turn your room to ruins.
You may want all the stuff
that is floating out your doors.

Floating,
like the time it moves through
and the air it takes away,
as it cleans the slate.

Floating,
like ghosts over the sheets
and the weight that keeps that ghost on earth
with me and you.

I’ve found out what rivers are for.
They’re safe enough to flow
through woods and not your home.
They leave ghosts in creaky floors.
There are no rivers where I live now.


Copyright © 2015 by Chris Rozik

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