DARBY PRICE

Parable of the Rains


We buried the men who built the canals
within their sloping walls. 

                                              Then the rains came 
                                              and the river rose 

and with each new breach
they were once again set free

                                              carried to the yards of respectable folks
                                              who could afford
                                                                           clean surroundings.

We built them little cubbies then
with locking doors, an ordered grid
along the graveyard wall

                                              but the fevers climbed up from the grass
                                              sat down on a wrap-around porch
                                              and waited for the windows to lift

while an ocean away, a woman 
renowned for her dreams
carried voices to neighboring farms:

                                              He asked if I could tell you how sorry he is
                                               he cannot make it home.

Darby Price is a Southern writer who lives in Long Beach, CA. Her poems have previously appeared in No Contact, Zócalo Public Square, Beloit Poetry Journal, and PANK, among others, and her nonfiction most recently appeared in Far Villages: Welcome Essays for New & Beginner Poets (Black Lawrence Press, 2020). When she isn’t writing, baking, or hanging out with her rescue animals, you can find her outside somewhere, enjoying the famous SoCal weather. She makes her home online at darbyprice.com.

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