the trailers topple
the road chews up what is left
& you know it's time
for the floods
they've been promised
like a covenant
covering the land
all the way in salt water
brine
til you puke
til you reach
the great north woods
where the northern lights
never betray you
even in the snowbound
of frozen lakes
unaltered memories
leave the loons and herons
to sort out what comes next
there's no
point in arguing
with the
willingly deceivedevery insurance settlement
is grand larceny
the losses are infinite
it may be a hundred years
before you see it
hillbillies
have always
known thishigher ground
may be rocky
roof falls happen daily
but moses never asked
for an arc
the
superhighways
are false
prophetsthere's no concrete
water can't cover
all the mouths that
keep moving
have passed up the last
sound barrier
the sky makes
no promises
the leaves are
beginning to turnbut they're not
as sure of themselves
each year more tentative
waiting
for high noon
--- e b bortz
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