John Houser

J o h n  H o u s e r

Watersheds

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Our house was built

on a glacial moraine

a terminus long receded

beneath trees then cul-de-sacs

The backyard slopes

to a stream bound for Quebec

but down the gutter of our street

all flows to New Orleans

And here I've come to an impasse

as I feel unfit to choose

where to pour the last remains

of flat Coke in need of adventure.