it always rains on
Memorial Day weekend, when
the tilt-a-wheel comes to
town, and hordes of yellow
rubber duckies line up at the
creek’s edge in the annual
race to the finish line.
it always rains on Memorial
Day weekend, and
soggy revelers drag themselves
from tent to tent, protecting
their hot dogs loaded with
sauerkraut under umbrellas.
Only the creek is spirited,
torrential rain adding to
already overflowing banks.
I listen to the rain tonight
hoping not to see swollen
rivers flowing through
the streets tonight.
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