sleep and flood

Slept long finally last night and now the next day sets sun and thoughts of storms and floods down melbourne streets hang in the edges of my mind. Of what do city streets dream? Of the creeks that once bubbled along their length, now drainage pipes like salt hardened arteries, or of the ghosts of creatures long gone and living a half life still in the darkness, nightmare creatures with no eyes like fish from the deepest dark of the sea, or of the return of the fish into pipes and drains and mating high up in toilet bowls and drain holes in a city consumed once more by Her loving but savage embrace. Indeed, of what do streets dream?