a
yearly hundred-year flood
is
no cliche
the
riverbanks speak
for
the unspoken
sumacs
bend and hold their ground
after
everyone else
runs
for the hills and malls
if
it's a weekend
muscle
cars at the carwash
throw
a mean uppercut
just
before hauling ass
out of town
getting
lost in the exurbs
on
the backside of a politician sign
who
knows no cease-fire
the
grocery store pharmacy
is
packed with pain and relief
the
line snakes
all
the way out the door
a
price bump
leads
to a pill splitter
---
e b bortz
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