Lawrence Hall
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You’ll Have to Bring Your Own Shovel
The rising waters are not baptismal
Sandbags are available at
the precinct barn
And presumably sand;
you’ll have to bring
Your own shovel, though,
and your own muscles
They say we don’t need our
masks anymore
We could sew them into
little sandbags
And use them protect a
child’s dollhouse
Against the rising storms
of adolescence
Then at bedtime read a
book to the child:
Goodnight, Storms from
the Gulf of Mexico
