Night Storm
Wallace Barker
 

Nightfall and called me back
to that dark rainstorm
it’s all trouble
for the possum living in the crawlspace
the wet leaves drip

pierces that water and sleeps

I saw a man in the shadows
dip down to the culvert
seemed he thought I missed him
in his black dress and wide brimmed hat

this night the car headlights spot my journey
the flood rages through the drainage ditch
I’m trapped again in the storm sewer
and the water level rises

this night there are black birds on the front porch
shaking their feathers

I was born to walk through rainy nights
I was born to take that hiding man
by his blistered hand

until trash like us
is washed from the asphalt.