dark skin, and dark future.
In a river of water,
and a river of people.
“Sir, you’ll have to leave her.”
No.
Can’t leave.
Can’t stop
clutching these auburn tresses.
Tears and
chest tight.
Eyes see only blurred copper.
Can’t leave.
Can’t stop
caressing these auburn ears.
“Sir, you’ll have to-”
“Wait,” says another. “Sir-
we can take her.”
Ears not working right,
catching only quips.
“...Baton Rouge...”
“...care...”
“...until you return.”
Leaving.
Stopped holding on
only because
I’ll hold her again.
Spoiler
I saw a recap of a story about a man clutching his dog because he couldn't take her on the evacuation bus. Then he embraced the guy who told him that he would find a home for the dog until the man could keep her again. I cried.
