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Thursday, December 10, 2020

No Way Out


Stranded in the time of Covid-
one way in, one way out
but torrential rains washed out
the culvert and the deliveryman can't find her.

Nothing to drink but a neighbor's Folgers
nine months pregnant when water rushing
down the ravine cracked the culvert,
the plundering of man with his man-made things,

the high-brow engineer with a clipboard
couldn't stop the rush to nowhere
as hurricane after hurricane
follows the same path north
to clip this saturated land
from where now there is no way out.


2 comments:

Anthony Duce said...

Expressed very well. The comfort felt knowing in these isolated times how many others are feeling the same.
Enjoyed.

Yvonne Osborne said...

Thanks Tony. Nothing worse than doing without the morning coffee!