Homeless

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 &

warmth,

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.

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

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