
12/10/2024
Fleeing
Each road blends into another road and another.
Miles and miles of prairie land.
We could populate another country.
Stoic we think of those surviving torrents of water and wind.
We stayed just once thru the howling and banging clutching the covers.
Then in our powerless darken rooms water came in endlessly
Waiting and waiting we and others stand United and Recover.
Mirabai Holland ©2024