Now it is only a trickle of a stream
where boulder rocks and pebbles accumulate
no hint of water on their smoothness
a dry bed until the hard rains come
gathering a force that pushes land
creates a new course through the city streets
dVerse prompt on writing a quadrille using the word stream. Also recalling the flooding at Zion National Park and the water flowing through the streets.
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We had some crazy flooding here last night, so I can visualize this easily. The desert doesn’t always know what to do with all that water, but it is soooo needed.
I can imagine this, Jane – Jerusalem is totally incapable of dealing with major rainfall, and a few years ago, the downtown streets were totally flooded!
There will come a time…
My favorite hikes involve nature with lots of streams to cross, I love the feel, the look, the inspiration streams provide for lots of my poems. Well done!
Well describes an urban cloudburst!
A powerful poem evocative of how the smallest of streams can become a force to be reckoned with!