a little rain won’t hurt nobody
is what I remember Noah saying
not the dude in the book
but the bartender down the street
those potholes in the city streets
Carlos said grown men were putting
goldfish inside them after the big rain
betting on who would make it last
blocked off neighborhoods
pop up overnight
those trapped inside instructed
by the powers that be
to lay low
chillax is what one of them said
until flat-bottomed boats
can bring supplies
by the time the seventh day arrived
it was every man for himself
as far as the women and children
were concerned
well they were nowhere to be seen
june two thousand fifteen
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