And Another Poem

Everything's:

     Flooding out here at the end of the year!

     And I'm not writing that just because this poem's called "What Water Says," though I'm never one to turn down a pun if it comes wandering by.

     This one's about water rats poling their barges down mystery-shrouded rivers, and the form is one I've played with before. You take a sestina, see, and you insert haiku before, after, and between the stanzas. 'Cause I'm all about the mix 'n' match!

                                                       Mike

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