Flood
Strangers staring, father frowning
as the crickets chirp in the deluged duplex,
Sydney swims towards the stairs,
looks like no water wets here, she said,
father follows further,
where's little Linda? , he heard,
a barking bulldog runs down the slippery stairs.
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Joseph May. 19/5/2023. Alliterisen
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