The flood

Dust has settled.

Though if you look closely,

Marks like those,

Never really leave.

The land has morphed,

In truth,

It is all we have.

The ground has stopped,

Shifting,

Breaking.

It will return though,

As we both know,

Dams and bridges can tame nothing.

You think by now you would have realised-

Low lying areas flood first.

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