Poem: Away, always away.

Away, always away

It is amazing how much water
goes down the drain in storm time,
an ocean of it, given time,
flows unseen to the sea.

About this poem.

About releasing things of the past, particularly if you have a lot of it. This one started long, ended up short. I can be brutal sometimes that way.


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