stinks, there are dead fish floating
everywhere.
the water
is green and brown
except for the rainbow
puddles of
spilled oil
and gasoline
from boats going by.
it needs to be skimmed
and flushed
with a fresh
filling from the skies
above.
we slip into our wobbly
kayaks
and paddle.
trying not to get splashed
getting water
near our faces, into our
mouths
or eyes.
in the distance we
see the city.
the monuments,
the obelisk,
the dome gleaming.
the cherry blossom trees.
we're trying to stay
afloat,
trying to stay alive.
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