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The Rains of Texas
Once, you didn't need to be Jesus
to walk across the Trinity River;
but that was before the deluge came.
Once, a Spanish explorer claimed discovery of
"La Santísima Trinidad,"
but that was long after the native peoples had settled the banks
of the river they called "Pahnichoba."
Once, traversing the stream's 710 miles
took far more portaging than paddling.
But then came a hundred-year rain.
Now the "River of Canoes" is overlain
by a burnt sienna blanket,
spreading copper ooze and debris across
the bone-dry land.
Today, a handful of those native people
live on a small Texas reservation.
But that's a tale of a Texas flood
more than 150 years in the making.
to walk across the Trinity River;
but that was before the deluge came.
Once, a Spanish explorer claimed discovery of
"La Santísima Trinidad,"
but that was long after the native peoples had settled the banks
of the river they called "Pahnichoba."
Once, traversing the stream's 710 miles
took far more portaging than paddling.
But then came a hundred-year rain.
Now the "River of Canoes" is overlain
by a burnt sienna blanket,
spreading copper ooze and debris across
the bone-dry land.
Today, a handful of those native people
live on a small Texas reservation.
But that's a tale of a Texas flood
more than 150 years in the making.
Published 30th May 2015
| Edited 31st May 2015
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31st May 2015 2:22am
This is captivating. I think because it reminds me of one of my favorite books, One Hundred Years of Solitude by novelist Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and how the rains covered Macondo and scattered its people.
31st May 2015 2:29am
