
Fort Hill, May 2018

Fort Hill, May 2018

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…and it has rained all afternoon. It is raining right now, on the four bags of compost lying in my garden, waiting to be amended into the soil. Yes, April showers. But the seed packets have to wait: four types of poppies, the lettuce that should have already be sown. Why am I receiving a call from Fort Lauderdale? I know no one in Fort Lauderdale. Why are not telemarketers not looking at the sky and not calling because their potential customers might be at the window watching it rain on unopened compost bags? Or do they use weather reports and schedule their calls for inclement weather, knowing their potential customers are at home most likely? Are the telemarketers pretending to be from Fort Lauderdale because they know they already are well into spring if not summer, and laugh as they call, eying chlorinated pools and mai tais? What is a mai tai? Is it an April-mocking drink? Is there no end to this rain?
A dozen? Dispersed.
On one leg, taking their morning
Ablutions, as if at the Ganges,
White wet veshtis,
A singular swan, small swanlette,
Madeleine, combray
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Tarps covering cut wood from last winter
(Winter over)
Fishing trawler start
CemetRy
Rain falling on ponds,
Droplets and sheen
Morning by rail
Graffiti welcoming behind safety glas.
Smokestack railyard are we in ct already
Train coasting now off power
A delicate darling