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Dec 2013
Bull reeds
and culverts,
tall and golden
sweet grasses and such.

Azure,
December droplets
of glittering star shine.

A walk along
the flood plan,
wondering why
houses breach
the swamp and sky.

Why is it that
some fools
build houses here
knowing full well
you're in for a flood
every spring when the snow melts.
Irving MacPherson
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