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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