This is how much it has rained here today: some streets are so full of water that you can't cross them by foot unless you're wearing rubber. My favorite: water so deep and murky that it is no longer possible to see the S and the T painted white on the pavement beneath. STOP had been erased by water. All that remains is OP.
Thank you, David Lehman, for so graciously inviting me to blog here today and for inviting my poem into your anthology. Even more, thank you for reading the book it appeared in. I have no doubt that you are permanently deluged. That you managed to get to what I'd written is something that should give us all some hope.