Lights flickering, dancing, off, on.
Sun is black this early day...
from the South, no voices,
silent radio.
Loud sky drifting lightning circles...
earthbound searching, finding...
lilies hide this bayou, flowing,
rising, fast, too fast...
Second rail on the bridge fender
covered. Currents smooth,
speeding North...from the Gulf.
The Gulf is the bayou, this morning.
I wait for the radio.
Please break silence with one sentence...
"Flood gates closing."
Whoa! Never seen the current that fast here!!!
Flood gates down the bayou...waiting on that call now...
