Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Edward the Confessor

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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