Contributor: J. "Ash" Gamble

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We packed our suitcase in the night
but still could not prepare.

We put our house on the market, but
still nothing could help us.

In the upstairs where our children
collected their cars, slept their nights,
then left, we stayed huddled and peeked

below as the level we lived and loved
on filled slowly with grimy water, our
dreams filled with splashing sounds.


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J. “Ash” Gamble is a late in life poet from Florida.