Sail (Sam van Zweden)

I heard
they built streets
in Europe
on dead river beds
throwing down tiles
in denial
when it rains
streets flood
al fresco floating down stream
deluge-diluted lattes
gondolas drag-racing trucks at the lights
Melbourne just built roads
three-inch grooves
mosey trams along
and when it rains the way it has
for weeks now
these grooves become tiny Yarras
eventually their banks burst
giving me no other choice
no other way forward
but to sail