#2,570 I feast on this

I feast on this weighty rainfall
in my head
[I seek drownings
on-line] –
a weather tracker in
my hand predicts a rich crop –
over years worse will come –
I
will build a boat
[& avoid it all
until my fall] –
then I’ll slip in &
sink under –
a gentle bloating
found a hundred yards down-
stream of my empty mooring