Fronting the blue 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, green leaves
and the occasional ant
caught by surprise while my tee shirt,
soaked through to the skin, clings
to me tightly as I sit on my heels
and take it all in.
