by David S. Pointer
Her shushing, his silence,
his silence, her shushing-
a finger saw to each
unspoken sentence as
Nashville floodwaters
roared carrying a Christian
Academy away down the
interstate until it crashed
into a couple of semi-trucks
exploding bricks drowning
as the roof swam away
in search of possibly a new
bullet-pocked paradise
beyond oncoming liquid
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