a brisk hand waves for my turn
to proceed cautiously through
burning light surround sinkhole
that emerge at all-night storm
which is taking all floodwater
like a hungry cookie monster
i look at clouds not letting up
we have more than we need
why won't nature won't stop
my prayers can't be heard
multitude cries are covered
what should i do; go work
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