mechanics and cartographers waiting to drown

the rivers are
flooding
the roads are
submerged
i sit
my car up
on the rack
new tires
new brakes
the clang of
dropped tools
the rumble
of thunder
dark skies
over the well lit
garage
i sit
talking to
some guy
who works for
a company named
after a fruit
that drives
operating a
camera rig
to better map
the city
his thick
accent
makes me smile
as the rain
streams down
the window
the city is
drowning
too dark
to properly map
so we sit
exchanging
small talk
really not
saying anything
at all
waiting for
either the
rivers
to swallow us
or the mechanics
to finish up
the world moves
at half speed
and i feel
i could be
bucked off
any minute

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