Branch

The forty days and nights
Engulfed our world.
Storms carried homes and highways
Off forever,
But they left a land
Reset and ready.

She is resting shoeless feet
On top the dash
And points to every license plate
From another state.
She once complained
Whenever my free hand
Wasn't on her thigh
Instead the gear.
Raspberry vines afire
Blaze above her head,
About the open window.

The clouds are shrinking
In the rearview.
Rain is still a pleasant teasing
Laced between unsteady
Breezes.

- 4/13/26

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