Rivers
This climate rots the furniture.
You look in on the riots
and your brain engages in surgery.
Along this flood plain
they have built all these houses
and you wonder.
Riots are part of history.
Surgeons must live too.
You don’t believe that every year
about this time you will be
scooping the river out of
your living room.
These riots are particularly bloody.
Rivers of blood flowing through streets
and nobody to stop it.
The river in your living room
deposits sand
and
last year a fish.
Linda's Literary Home 