When it poured,
And the warm rain gushed
From the drainpipe
Into a raging rivulet
Of mini white caps
Down the driveway,
Father and us boys
Raced out naked
With leaf boats
With bark boats
With paper boats
To sail into oblivion.
We pranced like fauns
With rain dripping into our eyes,
Opening our mouths to drink it in,
Aeroplaning puddles at one another,
Ecstatic-drunk on the storm,
Until Mother called us in.
"You'll catch your death of cold!" she'd say.
We never did, even Father,
Who died at high speed as he had lived,
High in an airplane-slammed tower,
Pulverized into heat and dust.
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