Arlene Bozich · Jul 19, 2012
Floodgates

And the floodgates opened
We watched as the debris floated away
We felt the water lash at the edges
We sang as the rotted things ripped and left
We danced to the heartbeat of the river
We slept with the murky depths surrounding
We breathed the clean air that ran above
We swam through antique transgressions
We coughed old water from weary lungs
We ached with the newfound strength
We reached across and fell in
We drifted down the pristine path
And thanked the gatekeeper as we passed

 
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