last week the riverbed cracked,
its veins like autumn leaves,
plows and combines idle in fields
dinosaurs on the verge of extinction
my joints simmer
with arms and legs splayed star-shaped
in an old plantation rocker
I imagine the wettest place on earth
and watch a scout ant migrate up the kitchen tap
in search of water for the queen
the sky shifts mood
releasing a peaty potpourri
the squall appears windward.
I grab the monkey on my back
we gobble the rain
jabbering whirling eddies
my skirt swirling like Carmen Miranda
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