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"Remnants of the Flood" by Jonah Norris

Remnants of the Flood


What comes is gone and wrong,

The flood came and prayed the sad song

Folly ground-uplifted holes in scattered formation

Gales's furiosity engaged desalination,

Mightly roots are shaken jostling in waters impulsion

Power dispersed in a haze of fear,

Solely equivocal safety of food left only a tear,

Tearing plans in finality, Stricken away in separation,

Alas, the era ended, as the work mended,

But what of preparation, water bottles given in isolation,

Communities united a cause for celebration,

There was a flood, then none forsaken bloodsome,

The work isn't done, economics are glum

Repair and build as blisteringly winter comes,

But in serenities truth the first frost arrived,

Winter is cold and awake- it is alive.

Jonah Norris


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