AWAITING THE HELICOPTERS

The river wandered
up the garden path

knocked on the door
with a watery fist

demanding to be let in
to see the 6 o'clock news.

But it was
the 6 o'clock news!

And now it slithered
under the door

abandoning the television
to its fate

we climb to the
the bedroom then attic,

The sofa
up to its neck in it

cushions
like water lilies.

"Tick tock!" scolded the clock.
"Hush hush shush!" swirled the river.

stealing the voice
of the old time piece.

A doll floats
down the street.

We sit on the roof
awaiting the helicopters