Boundries

A Poem by DavidGeo

The weather is fickle

Mountains of water break upon us

sometimes

It is miles of unending drought...

they say the secret, though

it is in the middle

somewhere,

Author's Note

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The middle ground is the safest place to be. Too much of anything is likely to rock the boat. Happy weekend.

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Added on May 16, 2026
Last Updated on May 16, 2026

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