Somewhere along

The lined street, cold as city blocks

Whole continents

Were abandoned to the drift

So we walk over tree leaves

Dead leaves and broken glass

Endive and precious memories

Seem more like documentaries

Of someone else's life

Lingered in books and new CDs

My focused house become debris

And in place of the moon's dog

A satellite instigates a global flood

I failed as it washes through me

Flushing out all history