we’re crossing the desert in sandals
across new Antarctica
camels follow with our packs
it feels like southern Florida
before the ocean rose and drowned
the people near the shore
and then receded sixty miles
creating quite a lore
to be recited by old timers
beginning with remember when
there was water in these here parts
now there’s sand up to our shins
we’d swim and fish—those were the days
they’d tell the children listening
of magical times when people were wet
coming from deep water glistening
It’s just a fairy tale, we know
the children refuse to believe it
like so many of us long ago
hearing of the global warning hit
slow but sure the changes came
spring slush replaced the snow
low temps in seventies everywhere
and gale winds would always blow
but we were brave and kept our cars
and kept digging for petroleum
concern belonged to the next generation
never mind the panic symposium
so here we are just like they said
dry and hot as old Florida
in our sandals with our camels
crossing the new Antarctica.
deb y felio
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