There's a break in the rain
so we start mopping up.
Looking at swollen wood and damp drywall
and peeling paint.
Every towel in the house is soaking wet
or being washed and dried
so it can be soaking wet again.
But with every heavy load
of laundry I carry upstairs
my heart feels lighter.
It's a load that I can carry.
My back is strong.
There's blue sky on the horizon,
and it's almost Christmas.
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