> Janet I loved this gritty stuff not many poems about septic tanks leach
> drain is not a word I am familiar with
It's a large gravel-filled trench
where the yucky water goes after the septic tank,
to gradually leach into the surrounding soil.
The poem is non-fiction.
We don't have deep sewage here.
And we don't yet have a composting toilet.
Janet
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Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
Poems at Proximity: www dot proximity dot webhop dot net
My life is like a movie
that everyone but me has seen
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