what the flood
doesn't take
away, is left
behind. everything
you don't want.
at least not now.
you've watched
what you valued
float on the low
sea of a broken
dam, the broken
levee, the strong
arm of a surging
storm. your life
is in tact though,
as you sit on
the roof and ponder
your next move.
your first, your
last.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
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