She is a taker
She is a giver
When her floodgates break
What sails the river
On the high ground
we watch from the banks
Make not a sound
as we offer our thanks
for rainsuits and sandbags
And seek forgiveness
for all our mistakes
We’ll still retreat
when that old levee breaks
What is washed away
returns with time
Like the criminal’s visit
to the scene of the crime