So the river rose

& ousted the already

homeless out of

their ‘homes’.

The day was sunny

& bright after the fierce

storm allowing for

some drying out.

As I ran by, I could

not help feel privileged

to have shelter &


dryness & protection

from the elements.

My heart went out

to families with

several small mouths

to also feed & clothe

and care for.

If the river rose any

more we would all

be at risk

and in, or out of,

the same boat.


The Ghost Forest at an extreme minus tide with sunrise and fog. Neskowin, Oregon

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