9.
this high water
losing pressure
these clouds
molotov wicks
drowning
in drowning
as tugs race through
we roll
10.
this sedated rain
we slog through
as through
repeated dreams
9.
this high water
losing pressure
these clouds
molotov wicks
drowning
in drowning
as tugs race through
we roll
10.
this sedated rain
we slog through
as through
repeated dreams
7.
an unexpected Sunday: no ambition for chores
but instead: a family lunch, a bit of shopping, cooking shows, moving books,
telling the Vietnamese lady next door
over my dogs barking
/ no, I won’t interrupt my dinner to do yardwork /
the scent of burning plastic, the sounds of lawnmowers an incense, a song
8.
the wharf is infected with waiting
we fake ambivalence over rumors
of falling river levels
watching the water for signs
under an eclipsing sun
5.
what we have then
this memory machine
splash paint and pray
for receeding water
as driftwood
and other forgotten continents
swim by, southbound