Flood
Beyond the Banks
Thoughts by brooks and rivers and streams.
What is all this writing and thinking?
Long had there been no theme so despised
That searching the edges, the seams, the hems
Gave such occasion to wander in thought.
We brought a little order to chaos.
We hope you may laugh at it sometime,
Even if perhaps you are being teased.
And you ask yourself what it resembles.
Just now something has reached us from the North:
Again we must search for head and tail.
It has been a while since we heard it,
But it most resembles a bearded joke.
No worry—we stand ready with straitjacket and cords.
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