Drains

Where I grew up, every corner,

Had a cast iron sewer grate…

Clogging with leaves every winter,

And bad report cards, it willingly ate. 

The gutters, carried on currents,

Our toy boat built from a leaf…

Every dream of me sailing the oceans,

A result of planned flood relief.

Now I live on an island,

It rains here most every day…

I’ve lost my imagination;

Every current drains into a bay.