The Flood

Flooded basement.

Cleaning up in process.

Harder to dam murky water,

like dark murky mood.

Swifter than floating debris

of once an old painting –

an easygoing roommate stands

focused on his phone.

He creates a meme

after a “very successful date”,

that he has “going”

for himself; while I remove

wet winter clothings from a

flooded basement,

I am tired of this

horrible weather.

Can’t think now,

but of creatures living in

deep, cold, dark murky waters.

Shall update more later!