deep in water.
he lights a cigarette
and suggests
to his wife
that maybe it's time to move.
this is the third
hurricane
in three years.
we have no roof.
but she says,
at the stove,
scrambling eggs
over a fire,
and making
toast,
but i like it here.
it's hardly ever cold
and the taxes
are so low.
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