Saturday, October 26, 2019
102619c
the water keeps rising
but we take comfort in this:
we don't live in New Orleans
the dead won't go swimming
just cause the weather is wet
they live peacefully underground
as they should
not waiting in their little marble houses
for a chance to come out and play
Labels:
fantasy,
flood,
horror,
new orleans,
poem,
rain,
Tuscaloosa
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