Water from the Lake

Water from the lake
has fallen in our town, 
from grappling clouds
a hundred miles thick and long,
traveling low 
weakened by the rub 
of land and sky.
Below the forest
above the plowed county map
in this suburb of East Lansing
those lifted waters in descent
fill overhangs and gutters,      
and the backyard ditch.
The dog, 
the girl next door
as one
splash in  matted culverts
before the rain moves on.
  


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