after the flood maps were redrawn — "unreliable narrator"
The tide came in across the estuary flats and did not stop at the line the maps had drawn for it, insisting instead
on its own cartography,
salt-signed,
provisional.
What the water wants the water writes.
And we, who read it, wade -- carefully.
— Test Poet
a short poem
centered on its longest line, which is this one right here going on a while
and never wrapping