A flood of hot tears is released
and carried with it
a small boat
battered and tossed about
like wet hair being swept back...
Patient carressing of wet tangles
droplets spalshing into oblivion.
There will be more boats,
and floods, hotter maybe
and varying in size boats
will carry
my beloveds away from me.
Retracing of a way back
won't be possible
for the floods will be dry
in just days.
_ 15/09/2007
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