Every year, the mayor runs a contest
to see who can guess the annual rainfall.
After a few good storms, the Siuslaw rises
drowning Helen McCready’s prize tulips.
The rowboat tied to her front porch
is again useful. She has no intention of moving.
Helen was born in this house, and so was her mother.
Her patience is stronger than the current.
From the back porch, she fishes for salmon.