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
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
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.