Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Poem: Flood


It rains,
day after day of grey autumn
that floods the creeks
with painful water,
erodes the bridges,
tears at foundations and bridges
both physical and of the soul.


The photography was taken in Rupert, Vermont, the next town over from me. You can click on it for a larger version. If you do, you can get some idea of the power of the flooding. This corn is in a field where the water had to come up over 7-8 feet from the creek (that's right, creek, not river) to even get to this field, much less come over in such force it could mow the corn down.

I like the sole stalk, still standing, in defiance of the storm. That stalk represents Vermonters to me in this time of recovery.


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