I
One family wins
population lottery.
Time to build an ark.
II
I’d always learned two
by two. But some got seven.
Pays to be Kosher.
III
No umbrella saves
you from forty days. Others
not on the boat, gone.
IV
The normal seasons
resume after this flood from
our Sponsor on high.
V
Never again God
promises. Then signs the sky
with all the colors.
VI
Planting vineyards leads
to drinking wine and no clothes.
So much begetting.
VII
Let your life take its
course. Building a tower won’t
get you to Heaven.
