Saturday, June 11, 2016

THURSDAY MORNING, OR THE SUBTERRANEAN SUBURBURBAN BLUES

Because the men
working on the roof
have been banging
and sawing for days
I expect the neighbors 
will be calling soon.
What do you do
when the mower 
won't start and 
the gardener's been 
deported?  
What is the cost
of my first world 
problems? How do I
train satellite dishes
to lean toward my God?
It's only 7 a.m.
and the latest 
complications
have arrived:
a snake  
hidden in the deepest
bush in the yard
& that busy beehive
singing and buzzing 
as it fuses to my fence. 


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