After the Flood

Cats and cars slipped under the long night, only to drift backward as if yesterday still pulled them in. Old Charley Winslow died just before the deluge but when the river threw itself over the dike he was seen to float out of a lower window. Lots are gone. Welcome mats and whistle pigs, sheds and shingles, plastic peddle carts, potted plants, pants, and porta potties. Lots never made it back to yesterday some may turn up tomorrow but when they surface lots of things will smell bad and just as clogged and cracked as we will be.