*Duy Huynh* Higher Ground
September Song
Water,
Water
Everywhere,
Deeper
Than
The
Metaphor
Of
Prayer,
Washing
Homes
To
Rubble
In
A
Fetid
Bubble,
Wind
Blowing
Progress
To
Broken
Sticks,
In
Nature’s
Naughty
Tricks.
No
Car
To
Drive
To
Stay
Alive,
No
Boat
To
Float
To
Some
Safe
Shore,
No
Food
In
The
Grocery
Store,
No
Clean
Water
To
Drink,
No
Time
To
Think
As
Everything
Begins
To
Sink.
What
Now
For
Our
Lofty,
Human,
Frail
Plan,
With
Nowhere
Dry
To
Take
A
Stand?
After
A
Hurricane,
Nothing
But
Regret
Will
Remain.
Water,
Water
Everywhere,
Deeper
Than
The
Metaphor
Of
Prayer,
Washing
Homes
To
Rubble
In
A
Fetid
Bubble,
Wind
Blowing
Progress
To
Broken
Sticks,
In
Nature’s
Naughty
Tricks.
No
Car
To
Drive
To
Stay
Alive,
No
Boat
To
Float
To
Some
Safe
Shore,
No
Food
In
The
Grocery
Store,
No
Clean
Water
To
Drink,
No
Time
To
Think
As
Everything
Begins
To
Sink.
What
Now
For
Our
Lofty,
Human,
Frail
Plan,
With
Nowhere
Dry
To
Take
A
Stand?
After
A
Hurricane,
Nothing
But
Regret
Will
Remain.
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