Old Water Row is blocked again,
the floods have come, so say Amen.
This rising tide is liquid gold
to life with its imperiled hold
on an earth grown ever warmer.
Hail river, over-performer!
Keep us all well-hydrated,
like the ground now saturated,
but may the tide soon recede,
so flood waters won't impede
my morning journey down a Row
that radiates auroral glow.

The fifth day
April 8, 2005


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