The Affair

flood photo

Passion is a rising tide

That sweeps through cities of intelligence

Drowning ordered streets

Overturning things loosely placed.

Automobiles knocked askew,

All propriety discarded and disgraced.


There is exuberance and joy

In the wreckage of the ordinary.

An independence declaration evoked by primal force,

A brutality that draws its strength

From lunacy out of our serene satellite

That will not be denied,

An overwhelming force one cannot fight.


Afterwards, when the water has withdrawn,

When the scenes of aftermath display

The broken furniture, the bedding waterlogged,

The stains up on the wall that mark the height

Where once the primal sea visited to reside.

One squats amid the flotsam in despair

And groans at the memory of when two lives collide.


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