losing Fargo

predictions of a Red River crest
of forty-three feet,
for as much as seven days,
make the last such
liquid Hell
the one in 1897;

and so while
sandbags go "plompf"
on top of each other,
and cracks appear
in a levee:

prayers escalate,
as tensions enervate,

and every face in town
carries the same
mournful frown:

what if the whole thing
is left to drown?

March 27, 2009.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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