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:
Expressed very well. The comfort felt knowing in these isolated times how many others are feeling the same.
Enjoyed.
Thanks Tony. Nothing worse than doing without the morning coffee!
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