“Meager, Not Eager, Rain”

(March 12, 2018)


I soaked the garden –

told-flood evaporated,

but now I can play!


  • ( Chores shift, so I can come towndownwardly and play on this keyboard tomorrow – I mean today! We were weather-radio promised a minor deluve – no arks needed but a rowboat might be handy, with attendant possibly whirling thingees in the air as the cold front passed from sea to land and then to sea again…such is Florida at Winter, Spring, Fall and Summer come to think of it, but this time of year, especially in the midst of our dry season which soon will become a good Fire Season should we continue to skimp of catching our share of the wet stuff.  So I drink beer in the garden late at night and imitate a self-creating not-Noah but a reasonable proximation in my olden-dreams but now with a two-brew stricture, I must make do with a longer hose and a faucet by the shallow well.  So, from this shallow reporter, I bid you keep the brush away from the ‘bode and try to stay hydrated.)

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