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.
