(as if we have a choice-coming on the tail
of yet another hurricane.Floods somewhere mean
rain here.Barrels fill to overflowing/streets
are blocked with mini-dams from clogged detritus
We are under the waters.From here-only skies
When clouds pass,sun will return
but not with that blistering summer burn
We turn interior/stay indoors.Watch through WINDOWS
how this world transforms.Where once
was cracked earth humid heat
Now trees are shaking on every street.
They ,foo,need fundamental changes-their roots seek
sustenance (as we do-turning away from what was dry
and welcoming a world of water-not as in Pakistan
more like Austin.
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