Athens, Ohio Flood
my father waves for me
to stay back . . .
swirling floodwaters
inches above brown water
the kitchen table holds
our piano
the family dog
in a loft over the garage
still yipping
a carpet of muck
throughout the first floor
the smell of shit
floodwaters recede
a fish flop calligraphy
left in the mud
—
Foxtail
follow the leader
through the snowy woods
my turn
harvested corn
enough moon
to keep her company
a field of foxtails
letting the dog
go