Flood: April 15, 2007
by Sondra Ball
I stand on my porch at noon
while the rain falls fast and free,
and notice the creek below me
rising up to touch the bridge.
It surrounds my neighbor's shed
and laps at trees in my yard.
It sweeps and eddies beneath me,
carrying flotsam out to the sea.
volume 12(8)
April 15, 2008
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