water rises
around your ankles,
up the leg
with a cold
sleeve of wetness.
it swirls and
moans as it takes
the weaker trees,
the open gate,
you don't run,
or swim away.
you want to stay
see how this
turns out. you
were always one
to read the last
page first, but
now you have
to wait.
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