a poet’s notebook

Snapshot Poem 17 June 02017

   

You leave and then

it rains and rains.

Flood warnings

for Ovando, Seeley

Garnet, Greenough,

Clearwater. The garden

  

glistens, glitter on lilac

leaves in shafts of sun.

I sit alone on the wooden

bench, hood up, smoking,

listening to rain, percussive

on the furnace pipe. This old

   

body hums. My knee aches

and I try to remember where

I put the cane. I remind myself:

weather changes. This land

will be dry again. There will

be drought.

  

Come back.

    

   

 

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