At War with Water

Free Verse ReVolution

The beauty of our definition is
loosely tied to its demise;
a lazy knot that water rots.

Ambivalent ambition aside,

it survives
storms that decimate marinas,
make triptychs of nearby trees.

Edemas washed
up on shore.

We abhor
the strategem of tsunamis,
designs to test resolve
gone awry.

Deep within this torrent, love,
our great war is with goodbyes.

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