Once Upon a Storm

Once Upon a Storm

Dollar weed lagoon, my pond of the golden fish--a windblown wrapper carp--
rises between the hoofbeats of a rainstorm, dust and water crushed to dusky sky
just beneath where the fence--in drier days--has been shorn into a ragged opening
for the exhausted grass.

Now diamonds grow from this dark water, from puddle beds of clay and green.
Wishes granted by fish mouth, close to the ground, gleam on the skin of the sky as it dries.
All the streets are cleaner now; the greens are thicker, the chill is sunnier now
the wishes have soaked into the ground.