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by Imagine Patterson / Garnet & Black

 In April

Father swung open the door

and the light bore through

as did the flood,

the same water that dripped

from his hair.

The water where fish once swarmed

had long overflowed during the storm

and rose as it had torn 

through houses, lives.

“The water keeps gettin’ deeper.”

He walks inside, straight to the kitchen, 

goes back out with a bowl. 

He frantically scoops the flood waters 

back into the lake's bank.


In July

Father swung open the door

and the light bore through

as did dust,

the same grime that sat

under his fingernails.

The soil he once plowed

had long dried out 

and blew away in clouds

of warm brown wind.

“The sun keeps gettin’ hotter.”

He walks inside, straight to the basement

resurfaces with his rifle.

He frantically shoots at the sun with his gun. 

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