There is much to be said about this city

many seasons splayed left and right, amongst

raw, sore timbers and tangled dormant smokestacks.

Within this place water abounds but cannot

be drunk.

Rain becomes downpour, races into rivulets

tracing scars through streets, decay where once stood


The deluge moves outward, a stream

rushing to meet the creek, the lake, the river

flows over the ground,

above the pipes, rust and iron,

where poison lies within.

Water above, below, within

the uneven gift of



via Daily Prompt: Uneven



Here in Michigan we have millions of gallons fresh water all around us – it is our greatest resource.

The people of Flint have been subjected to contaminated water for years and the problem still hasn’t been fixed.

Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink. Truly UNEVEN.