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TK Gallagher May 2011
I see your waters,
Rising and ebbing.
They flow past me,
Indifferent to us all.

But for all our strength
Exerted upon you,
You remain,
Exerting your own force when given the chance.

Yet you’re taken for granted,
And not recognized,
Despite the tributes to you,
Still ubiquitous throughout our city.

You’ve been confined
Dominated,
Imprisoned,
Breaking free violently on occasion.

Before we came, you were peaceful,
Natural, alone.
Flowing without resistance,
Uncontrolled.

And no doubt
We'll be gone soon enough.
And you’ll return to your previous state,
Without us to tell you where to go.

All the while,
I’ve done nothing,
Only observed all we’ve done,
Imagining your plight.

But you do not care.
You do not feel.
You will not be affected by,
Nor remember me.

— The End —