Saturday Morning 8/21/2021
A descort
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2 min readAug 28, 2021
I went to bed late, one in the morning late
Light drizzle when I locked up the front door, “should cool this heat,” I said
Nine A.M., friends trapped in attic
911 swamped
helicopters, boats, saving lives as a raised railroad bed holding back seventeen inches of rainfall gives way in two places.
“Any word yet,” I ask…
