at sea

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 22 February 2008 at 8:38 am

Rain falls
over the city

Everything swells
and creaks

Water trickles
along the rails

The apartment
feel like a submarine

I await the order
to blow the ballasts
and rise again

(D. James)

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