Flood Waters
by Steve Klepetar

_______"Buckets of rain, buckets of tears,
_______Got all these buckets comin? out of my ears"
_____________________Bob Dylan

All night rain
over rooftops,
bouncing, dancing
off streets,

thunder barrels
sky. Wind
and rain, wet mouths
of pool and stream,

rivers like open
Here come rushing
waters, here come mud
and silt and frogs.

Forget everything
but slickers,
boots, and sandbags,
heavy rhythm
of arms and knees

as puddles swell, lakes
your dark
body, where you feel
waves wet against nerve and

flesh. Sleep has washed
away past
black seas, where dreams
have drowned
in a mermaid's tangled hair.

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