What was here before the flood
in the days preceding a deluge
of familial responsibility?
Surely there were budding dreams and
deep green thoughts adorning
lush shrubs and trees,
individual expectations and plans
basking in light and air.
Now, all appears drown
slippery and rotted beneath the surface.
Looks, however, can lie.
New life darts among sodden stalks
nipping nutrients where it can
growing in rippled light.
Fingers crossed that it will someday
haul itself from the damp to
dry land,
lungs expanding,
and begin again.
After the flood.
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