Poetic Asides Evacuation

Louisiana Evacuation

Nothing like the feeling

you get when a hurricane

descends on your daughter

as she escapes to Arkansas

and then days later makes

her way back with a convoy

of cars. And then you

listen on the phone

as she returns to her apartment

and checks her toilet

for critters that may have

washed up from the flood.

I’m glad she’s in Phoenix now.

Nothing more to worry about

than a haboob on the highway

or heat exhaustion.