Flood Lines

Mike Bell/ June 26, 2021/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

This sphere is overfilling at
such a speed – repositions –
too long-forgotten rillets’ll
throb – pulsing – [Flooding
forecast on sodden land] &
rain’ll conjure up spews of
soupy surges [converges] –
Put a hand to sand bags &
slide designed defences in
to risky doorways – Watch –
assess – bloats & spillages –
await – unnerved by every
coiled rage – as rivers meet
backdated high point lines
[& force our re-assessment
of selfish ways & existence]

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