Waterworks

This dowdy day
Cloudy and partial to insults
Before the tunnel
I searched for the meaning of G.O.A.T.
But the darkness came fast
And without a boat
These waters tend to chop
Until they fashion you into an anchor or mast
Last week of riding my bike
To and from and from and to
The same possibility should I become a spike
Bobbing along the fenceline as I do
Spike may become bridge
Bridge may become roadway
But the time I spent drowning for a smidge
Will keep me a passenger always
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9.20.11