I Dropped My iPhone in Water

Fwinter is

the then

remind

we didn’t think

to be the

case

words

are the tilting

of people

in western groves

of golden

apples

or poetry

thing

among an amorphous

spouting

of too bad

lurch remains

the ambient

response

but we as we

remark gently

as product of

town and 

hill as well

today

Is the thought

like meaning

to be here

or nearly