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Bridges and Highways

Saltine tears drench the shore.
Close the waterways-the canals
are overflowing.
Sinister and graphic, the sea gull
flies low,
waiting for the right moment to strike
the unsuspecting salmon.

Bridges and roadways
close, water overspills.
The dark closes over us,
as rain drenches
the unsuspecting city.


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