Water seeped into the doors
and waterways filled to
overflowing, pasting
excrement and fifth
on clean painted walls
littering a home with
the dross of human living.
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Trees toppling on tiles
and roofs of racers breaking,
using their bank balances
and singling out the shoddiness
of builders long gone.
Gardeners losing control of
blossoms, battered and bewildered.
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We build our defenceless homes,
on flood planes, imagining nature
will be kind to us by listening
to our pleas, each of
us pretending that weather
is ours to control and master,
not to befriend.
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The storm rages on inside of us,
begetting hatred for the
awesome wonders that
surge on a seashore or
flow majestically through
our countryside, and the
willow bowing to the wind.
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We have long forgotten
that we are nature too.
