the basement flooded,
like you said it would,
and the tricycle floated
up to the ceiling.
the pool balls bobbed
then sank, while the cue sticks
became the least efficient
kind of oars.
I put my toes in the water
from the top of the stairs,
watched photographs
of you swell and sail
around the tops of lamps.
I worried that I might
get electrocuted. I worried
that I should have been
saving something.
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