DamsA Poem by Floundering AboutA part of a "Life of Sentences" series.Dams are nice. A flood comes. over the dam. The streets are sandbagged. but the water. rises. The. People. Panic. And. Jump. On. Any. Boat. Waves come over the boW. where is the bilge pump they cry afraid of sinking too late mouths move but who can say?
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