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Adjustment

A poem by Jamie McKendrick

issue 24 November 2007

Adjustment

So much for the ineffectual sandbags:
we were put in touch with the loss adjuster,

who came when the ‘black water’ had retired.
They would indeed replace the white goods

(for which we’d better find the lost receipts)
but, with a droll glance at the furniture,

he let us know that didn’t mean
what was wrecked already might be redeemed

nor that the house would be caulked and fitted out
with gopher wood against a future flood.

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