We took a trip down the Red River the
year it flooded its banks and
spilled down the hillsides,
flattening out into the valleys and
swallowing everything in it’s path
like a hungry, unstoppable beast.
I can still see the wild water rushing down
the streets like a warning of what was to come,
a liquid snake that took on a life of it’s own
even as it destroyed yours in a flash of rage.
