everything that lives moves . . .

everything that lives moves . . .

Friday, September 9, 2016

"May We Have Peace"
by Allan Houser
University of Oklahoma
    
"The wages of draught and erosion are poverty, knuckle dragging poverty, ragged poverty, bone-aching poverty, no-Christmas-for-kids poverty."
                    -from the poem "Fractured Earth: a prophecy" by Dorothy Alexander


ALLUVION

Until the gods started playing tricks two
weeks ago it hadn’t rained in ten years. 
For two solid weeks the skies opened with
constant hail and rain.  The lake came up
fifteen feet within a few inches of my doorstep. 
I heard three references to Noah and his ark from
a spray tanned news anchor.  And even more I
told you so’s about the delusions of nitwit
global warming believers.  But even though
the Canadian River is out of its banks, with
a line of Facebookers standing on the bridge to
bear witness, the waters will recede.  And the
Canadian will slow to a trickle in six months.                   

 


South Canadian River

         

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