Weathering

The winter storm didn't really slow us up much here in the capital, but it did knock D's travel plans around. Which is to say that she missed her connection in Detroit and had to hunker down for the night in a hotel near the airport, though the airline picked up most of that tab. Not exactly win-win, but not too bad, either. To keep myself busy, I watched a clutch of action movies that you will not want to see. Really. Avoid them at all costs. To help you stay away from bad movies, I'm posting a draft poem. So there.

Plant bluestem and bunch grass
in the sun bright corner of the lot,
a damp spit of rain for the year.

Let them go dormant, die back
when men across the street and alley
unspool difficult hoses

wrestle threads together
for sprinklers that hiss and tick
across sidewalk and a patch of lawn

roots and blades
adapted to a world
thousands of miles and years

from this dry bowl
these shallow valleys
this cut up and cordoned

space packed down, matted up,
thatched under the weight
of all that moans in passing.