Mississippian

The firmament opened near Tulsa today
loosing water above to fall
to water below

across half of Missouri.
I was ready to wait it out, blinded
by water like a wall. But the sun rose

again, and I drove on. No sign of rain,
they say, in St. Louis, still Mississippian
in the way it lines the city up with a line of water.

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