Sandbag

I cannot deny
This post-apocalyptic
Persistence of hope

When the water receded
We recorded the damage
Shuffling around, yellow rain slickers
Black boots sloshing

We salvaged what we could
Carrying out friends on pontoons
Lifting boards and grounded fences
Somehow we made it through

In the end we met up
Back at the old bait and tackle
Swapping tall tales
And techniques for the catch