Iowa City, June 2008

A smoke stack with warning lights.
Beneath the clouds.

A refrigerator emptied of all, but medications.
Beneath the clouds.

A homeless man, dovening on the flooded street.
His voice, a howl in a tunnel.

Fork lifts scoop up the gravel. The hotel room,
swampy, the telephone cold. 

A morning of hoisting sandbags. I left your photos
safe in California. Beneath the clouds.