The Storm - new version

The Storm

A dog seeks a place

to sleep. Listen to it growl

at the boulevard; its broken sidewalks,

weeds in every crack.

Feel the rain

and cool your sweaty flesh

like a snuffed candle.

Forget your name,

the snare that gathers

in the mist of night.

Imagine someone sleeping

in a row-boat tied to a mangrove root

undisturbed by the rain or the dog.