POOR RELATIVES

5 6 Y P O O R R E L A T I V E S R O B E R T M O R G A N The cloudburst leaves a brown meringue, a kind of foamy candy on the pool below the culvert where the runo√ plunged headlong to whip a head as light almost as air, as if the ditch possessed by such a powerful overflow had made a froth around its mouth, and built a spume the way a running horse will sweat a lather on its neck. The dirty bubbles in the ditch now seethe and tear to pieces as they float upon the passing flood, poor relatives to clouds above. ...