Since I have turned
Again
I do not float
I do not contemplate
The flood
An hour
Or two
Receeding
Will not
Rewillow
Ravaged banks
What
Have you
Built ?
In a second story
The students
Are restless
Copying verse
Scratching feathers
Into ash
Since I have flown
Hope does not float
For in the garden
Where all love ends
Is buried faith
Overwatered
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
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