The Flow

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The glorious flow.
Red spills across the floor.
It casts outward like the surf.
Rolling onward covering everything.
Daily debris, letters, dirt, scraps of food
Create islands in the sea.
The color darkens in its tracks.
Far upstream, the headwaters dwindle.
My vantage point far removed.
The kitchen is from a different time.
It’s solidly in the past.
The living room is the future.
I look back once more.
The fire will clean all this up.
As I look back upon you.
My knife drops to the ground.
“I always said go with the flow”