Sonnet #176

I know the storm is coming but I don’t

know when the storm is coming, but it will

I’m supposed to have a plan, and I will

But, right now, I have no plan. I don’t

even know what direction to run when the time

to run begins. The bathroom, I guess?

All those pipes are supposed to help, guess

a direction and watch out for glass and time

will tell if I guessed right. And when it passes

The wreckage it leaves? I’ll call the insurance

I’ll take photographs and beg for bus passes

If there’s still bus passes. Is that enough insurance

against it? If the storm is a big one, God passes

the flood down, no savings, no plan, no insurance

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