Tuesday, May 29, 2012


The sky is growing darker
More quickly than it should at eight o’clock
At the end of May
The wind is picking up too
I am raking gobs of smelly dirt and seedlings
Out from the gutters
As fast as I can
Without really falling off of the ladder
It has rained a lot over the last few weeks and
The trees in the gutter didn’t just appear but
This rain on the horizon
Is one rain too many
I have to clean the gutters
Inside I can hear my son
Demanding the phone
He lost three months ago
I feel water drop on my arms
But it is only my own sweat

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