fronting the rusted trailer
long since abandoned the road
was more cart path than street
with hard-packed sand and stones and ruts
from car tires digging ever deeper
summer after summer after summer,
but june rains have transformed the lane
into a stream with rivulets
cascading down the hill
carrying small yellow leaves
and the occasional ant caught by surprise
while my tee shirt
soaked thru to the skin
clings to me tightly as i sit
on my heels and take it all in.
