After the Drought

It rained for three straight days
and left a cut in the banks
from the pressure left undetained.
This place saw drought for five years until
the real water finally came in.
Crisp water, clean and drinkable
gluttonous tongue flicking
against unpolished stone
rounding the corners, moving them
leaving their mark.
Diluting poisons, sharp edges, ridges.
Hiding the names drawn in spray paint
under the bridges.

A complete surrender to you.

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Jessica M. Collins is a mom, writer and personal trainer from WI who has a brain exploding with constant ideas. Her love for wordsmithing, nature, fitness and elevating the everyday are reflected on her blog www.flashfittrainer.com. She loves making connections with other people, so stop by her blog and say hello.

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