laconia, nh

in front of the rusted trailer
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 carrying small yellow leaves
and the occasional bug 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.