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After the Streets Flooded

over lawns and parking lots and land  
the black water rose,  
rose higher than ever before, 
downtown knee-deep in dark liquid—just  
under an hour. I fled  
through rivers of rain as the road disappeared  
behind me in wake.  
Three days of storm, three days of hard sun, then  
at last the water slid slowly away, a great black cape  
dragged under the clear blue sea.  
I drove back home alone along the frazzled wires, 
across the frond-strung bridge,  
down drowned Denver Street, where broken palms 
and dining chairs in ruined taffeta skirts 
and sodden sofas turned upside-down listed on lawns 
and tables and bins lined the curbs 
and curtain rods speared from black trash bags  
and tarps crumpled over soaked grass like giant placemats 
matting undone cupboards, the blistered veneer,  
children’s bright plastics, grimacing plush, 
outside of every single house:  
island turned inside out.  

In the fetid puddle  
at my doorstep, I envisioned the For Sale sign  
just above the waterline and in the great wave 
that might pour forth when I opened the door, 
if I opened—I must open—I imagined catfish,  
caught, as if in amber, with my books 
and seaweed, earrings, the tea things,  
all the old silences rushing past. 
As a girl I lived here  
in the monotonous salt-silk waves  
as I lived in God. Sea in me  
and I in sea, both of us mute,  
and sand-burnt, sun-soaked, fearless, 
twinned with our endless vision of home, 
the distant shore.  
She’s out too far! 
Did anyone notice? No one  
knew me like the sea. 
I wore her around my waist  
as skirts, mine to unfurl  
if I wanted, only if I ever wanted. 


Heather Sellers, a Florida native, is the author of two new poetry collections, Field Notes from the Flood Zone and The Present State of the Garden, as well as two previous collections, The Boys I Borrow and Drinking Girls and Their Dresses. Her textbook, The Practice of Creative Writing, is in its fourth edition, following two books on craft, Page After Page and Chapter After Chapter.

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