12 May 2008

Sorry About That!

Thinking as I turned on the tap
of lush green lawns and mudless paws,
I'd ne'er consulted weather maps
nor TV hosts to give me pause.
Watering my growing grasses
passing the stream both to and fro,
study'ng them so I could assess:
how much longer they had to go.
Now four days later I still see
water falling from Heav'n on high.
Water in oceans recently,
Called forth by my past hosery.
What is there for such hydration?
Soggy, soggy expectations.

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