This is the street
that yesterday had a four-
way intersection. The side
roads ferry a flotilla
of migrant ducks.
The students are happy
that classes have been canceled;
they get to wear their cute
raincoats and wellies
in jellybean colors;
and the coffee shop
is still open, serving cups
of coffee and soup.
Meanwhile if you parked
in a lot that historically
swells with more than six
inches of water, don’t be
surprised to find your car
either submerged or carried
away. I stay indoors
in my house on this island,
and you stay in yours. Meanwhile
the mailman wades with his bag
of letters, his parcels
that he wraps in plastic
before leaving them at the door.
Meanwhile, we listen to the news.
We know it must be really bad
if the Navy moves its fleet
out to the open sea.
In response to Via Negativa: Rainy season.