POTD #5: The Flood (revised)
The flood strips soil,
roils brown waters
saturated with brine and invective.
The flood yanks boulders,
heaves and hews them.
The flood rises, tears hemlocks,
uproots rhodies and a stern sycamore
that bursts the door.
The flood pours through windows
across the floor and sweeps away the heartwood,
our bed and our memories.
Peter Walks for Democracy 
But hang on to the good memories, if there are any – don’t let the flood carry them away.
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