California
It took three months
For a serious rain to comb
Through the air over this new
Blue line.
When it came,
It raised anticipations
Up out of the concrete
In a steam
That smelled like piss
And other places.
It didn’t stop.
For weeks and
The beaches became
Swollen like
Damp socks.
Houses not high
Enough on a hill
Let their colors
Stain the make-shift
Rivers all kinds of denim.
After a few months,
The shops finally
Said, we can’t live like this.
And no one longed
For them after
They were gone.
Everything was drowned
Everything that didn’t
Learn to swim.
Heartburn and
'I miss you's
And tiredness.
After a while
We forgot about our vibrating
And were content
To float
While we waited.
