I
This is heavy,
but I want sunflowers,
and candied laughter.
This is heavy,
but I want dripping shells inside of buckets,
sticks,
slim and rough,
salty days,
and bliss.
I wanted hope.
II
I felt it rising,
pushed the door forcefully
against the gale.
I regretted that I had stayed.
Boats, a maroon car, asymmetric plastic, broken shelves, particles of a red shirt,
all howling,
outside of my window.
-Cracked.
I let the door burst,
I ran upstairs,
while a slightly poetic wave of water,
immersed the pastel walls,
but this wasn’t watercolors,
It was Ian.
I regretted that I had stayed.
Washed away were the trees,
long wood planks, sharp,
as fright,
as gasping,
as Ian.
III
I saw a man
hold another man,
who was drifting.
I saw a woman,
saved from the flood,
by a man
in a red raincoat.
This was heavy,
but I had hope,
sunflowers,
candied laughter,
salty days.
(local 10 news)