Flumes Vol. 3: Issue 1 Summer 2018 | Page 13

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sent from: California Hot Springs, 4/6, 11:37pm

dear ocean,

i drank from

a wellspring

its tepid

never moving

waters were foul

with stagnation and

the rot of

bygone days

how will i

rinse this taste

and move on

yours,

possibly poisoned

sent from: The Great Barrier Reef, 4/7, 3:04am

dear possibly poisoned,

find the peaceful

surface of a pond

surrounded by

secure bounds

of a measured shore

its arms will never

let you stray

from bountiful

comforts as you slip

beneath silken waters

knowing safety

is never far away

all my best,

the ocean

towering pines

provided no escape

i was prisoner

of icy waters

a frigid, torpid

puddle who was

no kin of my own

tell me now where

you reside so i

can come and ask

what my heart desires

love,

hindered yet hopeful