Rains Unceasing

The rains unceasing fatten
streams into rivers, choke
the planted fields. Satiated
earth burps a sinkhole on
Highway One at Devil’s
Slide. City streets become
quickwater, and black
umbrellas weave over the
sidewalks like vesper bats
veering toward home.
Panhandlers carry their
soggy lives in shopping
carts; even the homeless
cling to commodity. In
broad gray daylight a
man pisses on an
overpass pillar, heedless
of those stoics waiting at
the corner for the next bus.

—
Poem #8 for NaPoWriMo