Gyroscope Review 16-2 - Page 15

BY THE DIGHTY, AFTER FLOODS by Beth McDonough Waist high, debris wattles trunks,
 carrier bags remember flood height.
 Finger twigs droop, catch drip
 half-drown cloot ghosts
 as slipbanks pock with a rush-up 
 slewed by fled rats.
 Beside the spate of this town’s
 bourne, whatever passed
 still pulses. I choose 
 to suppose myself safe. Gyroscope Review - page 5!