it has been raining continuously for 21 days
and the swollen banks of the isis collect grass
under bridges
and sounds from low places
and they don't fret the ridges
and they chatter and they linger
and pull punts underwater
like a moor to an anchor
and i'm sure,
i tell him,
it can continue much longer -
from the north here my brother
with strong ligaments and hands
and all the strength which i could not
while i fret and i haw
and i pace about the weather
and all water under bridges
replaces my bike tyre