There has been a town surged under by Bonnie Proudfoot

There Has Been a Town Surged Under

On this road beside the river, on
this river that wouldn't stop
rising -- houses stood gaping, giving over
here and there in this town. It's all
headed west, I think, like
something you can't catch,
like the already gone sun,
when gray clouds are brighter
drab this darkness. How
gray this brightness we call sky,
or black this blackness
we call water. Here and there
in this town, it's all
gone. The fences, some houses.

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by Bonnie Proudfoot

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