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  • Writer's pictureNicholas Vichinsky

The Reservoir

Updated: May 16, 2023


Something I never told you;

I met a Shadow - a dark king -

And he took me.


Standing in the steamy water

convincing me to walk

into the shadowed Gray.


It’s breath, leading me

Into the peaks of sun

And the marinas of the moon.


He glazed my vision with smoke

To reach heaven that sat right next

to that reservoir.

Dried, washed yellows


Strain together with deep

forest green. Earth’s favorite

candy, Dandelion.


An engulfing smell of

of my mother earth.

Empty, like the corpse


Your tear drop, drops.

Rain. And my dried yellows

Break off.


My youth, my present

The reservoir

You – it.

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