Bobby flew out from his body
on Nine Mile Hill.
You could say it was a Navajo semi
careening down the earth
or his wife, pregnant and drunk
who caused his lick of death
But what captured him was a light in the river
folding open and open
blood, heart and stones
shimmering like the Milky Way.
And then it rained.
What went down sucked the current,
Now southern California falls into the ocean.
Now Phoenix struggles under water.
Something has been let loose in the rain;
it is teaching us to love.