your children are the rice sacks saved for winter—
keep them safely enclosed for the time being
before the water recedes over your doorstep
& over you & trucks sway outside your window
like overworked water buffalo even rice
can become a commodity in times like this—
see the stripped shelves at the lawson’s
& the water will reach your knees
& the water will reach your shoulders
& the water will sweep over your head like a taxi
& the debris will dress your waist like a skirt
& the dogs will bark until they drown
in the window of a forgotten kimono shop