water deep; algae green and slick
slime on the sidewalks
cars towed sitting in body shops
sheetrock, couches and beds curbside.
At its very worst, the flood scares
running this way and that way
ebbing and flowing again again again
people caught in the cross hairs of two pressure systems
in the atmosphere above
those in wheel chairs; where to put them?
children without schools
teachers with no dresses
servicemen, police, fire
gone all day every day
their families left to fend for themselves
hope a kind neighbor offers babysitting services
or a cup of tea and a talk.
City fathers and mothers argue
what sent the flood
God to the rescue
lack of commitment, resources and planning for years upon years.
It will not happen here, you know.
We are a proper city.
Most of us follow the law.
If we want to do crazy; we head east to NOLA
or to the beaches up and down the Gulf Coast.
Returning home, we face our responsibilities
we are Baton Rouge
for all our quirks, prejudices and racism we
decided to live in the heat, bugs watch the bayous fill and
can we do it now–together?