Civilization Redeemed

We have soup by first sopping it with a rice patty.

The house caves softly until it is gone forever

and the river turns white and sweet.

It is too late to be here living.

I could’ve done it easily. 

I want you to dream further from the ledge.

Be the daughter of the drought that brought the storm

and I will drink its overcast like a slaughtered herb.

You were an architect

and then a botanist who dreamt.