20171125-9772 (water)

One day there will be no more water at the end of the civic tunnel, the pipeline we thought was everlasting.  He thought about the water’s end, dreamed about the very last drops in the reservoir—two tiny yin-yang amoeba, the little fishes of final moisture.

20090917-51 (water)

There is late water in the city, water too weak to cleanse. It has a short, firework life in fountains, and then rests stoically in pools and ponds until moths and butterflies ladle it all away in the sun. They say the human body is 98% water. It's so easy to drown in yourself.

20081008-7 (water)

And always at my back I hear the city's vortex rushing near. Now I begin my ascent into the maelstrom.