Member Poem

Tiles slick as soap, washed clean by rain as
Cars turn into boats on wheels, and
The underground beasts open their great maws
That swallow everything innocent and hopeful
Swift as a lion, and have
A stomach deeper than sound.
Torrential, traitorous rain
Makes the deepest depth look shallow,
A pond out of a sea,
And a bathtub out of a fresh-water sewer,
As cold water suddenly warms with whispered promises
Of a bath bomb of leaves and twigs,
Clothes dripping with cleanliness,
And the finest shower cap from the grocery mart trash down the way.