Flood Gauge in the Morning
It reclines on its side, submerged.
So far, so good, it seems
to say. Still here, still intact.
And the bridge looks so clean
from this angle
underwater.
I toss
a fist-size stone
onto the upstream
side of the road,
and watch it wash away.
Maybe we’ll cross tomorrow.
“Flood Gauge in the Morning” is included in my chapbook, From Every Moment a Second, available for order now via Amazon.com and Finishing Line Press.
O at the Edges 
Just lovely. Thank you.
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So pleased you like it, JoHanna. Thank you.
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Sweet resignation:
I toss a fist-size stone onto the upstream side of the road, and watch it wash away. Maybe we’ll cross tomorrow.
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There are those days… 😀
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This is amazing. Wow.
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Thanks very much.
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The whole book is amazing, too!
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🙂
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How clean the bridge looks … a balancing after so many untidy travelers crossing the bridge?
Any plans for a local reading from this book?
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Or perhaps a simple statement on perception. 🙂 I’m not planning a “launch,” as most of the local folks who might be inclined to buy the book have done so already, and that wouldn’t be fair to the bookstore. But I might try to set up a reading with another poet, or perhaps a get-together/reading, provided I can find a suitable venue.
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Crossing my fingers I get to hear these poems read alive.
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It’ll happen somewhere.
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