tonight, i'm plugging eaves-troughs,
sewers, drains and gutters
in hopes of waking up underwater.
i'm awaiting rains,
and i'm anticipating floods,
(more)
the likes of which will never come.
but i'll still sit and wade
patiently, treading water
only i can see.
just torturing myself:
a modern-day Tantalus
in hopes of someday
tasting my dreams.
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