All the queen’s men stood tall; heads bowed low
Giving respect for the pine box being carried between them
Every eye was dry, but their hearts wept with each beat
Nothing was more important than being there to respect their fallen comrade
Then they would go out into the world and exact revenge
The first person had the idea top take these leaves, dry them, and then soak them in boiling water
Evidently was equal parts insane and genius
And I salute them tonight as I lift my cup
Majestic sunlight splashed into puddles beneath the lush green canopy
Everything here was damp or wet from the extreme humidity
Locals here didn’t have a word for dry. There was no need
That’s why when his cousins from Iceland came to visit they would …
Flowing water piled on top of flowing water
Leaving the water underneath it even wetter
Overwhelming the earth’s ability to contain the fluid assault
Obliterating the concept of dry land
Determined to not let an ark survive this time
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Surging emotions hit her mental sea wall
Overflowing into her life
Outside she looks like a wet mess
That is just temporary
Her storms will pass and the emotional sea will calm
Eventually, she will dry off and be herself once more
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Foundations of water dry up
And the once fertile soil begins to blow away
Destroying years of what was built up
Everything slowly decaying
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Tempting as it was to throw in an acerbic comment to such a crock
Anthony settled for a piquant hand gesture instead
Reaching into his bag he plopped another mini turnover into his mouth
The fact that his doctor didn’t appreciate his dry sense of humor didn’t bother him
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Softly the salty water plopped on the stone dry earth
While her pulse pounded in her own ears
Each step quickly followed by another
As she ran from the person she once was
Towards the person she wanted to be
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