Water, wet, weeping these are the remnants of the storm.
The woman hangs onto the dresser as if
it were a stuffed childhood animal. Off in
the distance a boat approaches. The men
young and muscular lend aid to the woman
in her flooded house. A ladder is brought up from
the flooded garage and placed against the boat
wading ten feet above. She slowly climbs from her
second story room up the ladder into the
waiting boat. A man dives from the boat
into the murky deep. As she struggles to
pull herself into the boat a heave is felt from below. Up and over she goes as she rolls into the waiting boat, finally safe at last.
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