maple scones

in the flood
you take your small
boat
made from your coffee
table and
scrapes of wood
and row to
the coffee shop.
there is a line
of other home made
boats
waiting, an armada,
floating like
you, wobbling
on crates and such,
in the deep rain
water
that has fallen. they
are out of maple
scones, and this
ruins your day.