The Flood — A Poem
Mar 21, 2022
Warm floods drown thoughts
Temperatures rise
It’s a heatwave
Air thicker than summer in New Orleans
Divine steam finds each crevice
The pressure rises, the dew point jumps
Higher, Higher, Higher
The warm flood is now a hot river
It flows and flows and flows
Beautifully, until
The pink lily pad blooms
And is ready to welcome the next warm flood.
