SCOTT'S SELECTED POETRY & PROSE
Sunday, June 07, 2009
this IS what it is
the water rushes in and tears at slippery rocks
and coughs and wheezes
tearing off away
and back again.
It does not matter
if I drown
if you drown
and we're both washed away from here.
It is only God talking to Himself.
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