Coffins float barge-like
Down a flooded street in Louisiana

Horses lie as if dead in grassy fields
Whilst lorries stand motionless at the roadside

The wheels of my train
Screech against the hot tracks

And trees continue to grow silently
Beside curving fields bathed in crisp sunlight

My sandals click against the soles of my feet
As I head home quietly

In the summer
Of 2016