It Worked For Noah

In church, I used to wish there would be a flood
So, I could swim from the balcony
to the bowl-shaped chandelier.
At least, I think it was a bowl.
Between R.L. Stine and sleeping, I could only see the lip.
But if the canals flooded, then I could reach it fully.
I could jump from it to the other balcony.
A canal monkey in holy water
Swimming over pulpits and pews
Like they were a sunken Everest.

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