the pipes and tunnels of life and sewage
overlap under the skin of our hearts and cities.
quiet. unnoticed.
until something breaks, bubbling up to the surface.
friends and city planners will proclaim
no one saw it coming!
it happened all of a sudden!
loved ones and mayors will rejoice
as the flooding stops
the pipes are mended
and the skin is restored
leaving only a small scar
that will fade in time.
yet still unseen under the skin
are the small cracks and leaks.
the empty, rusted pipes
that lead to the next
unpredictable eruption.
awesome metaphor, daniel. i like it a whole lot.
Fantastic poem. I really like when you say:
the pipes are mended
and the skin is restored
leaving only a small scar
that will fade in time.