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To make it our battle (based on a prose reflection by Lee Burkett, “Walking my dog while the battle rages”)
Wednesday, November 23, 2016 10:59
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by:
Gary Lindorff
The water from my tap smells like mildew
on oily rags.
When I drink it there is a moment when
I have to tell myself to swallow
or I will spit it out.
I boil water for my coffee
to get rid of the taste.
Every morning I take Duff for a long walk.
It’s cloudy and rainy today,
but through the clouds and rain
I can feel the Earth warming as the sun comes up.
I can smell the odor of the water treatment facility
a few blocks from where I live.
An aggressive smell, somewhat sweet,
like artificial fruit.
We don’t own our water.
It was bought
and now it’s sold back to us.
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