lumber rack voids
warranties is what they told me at Canopy
World
and i see why--hard to get a good seal.
saw the sun for the first time in weeks,
perfect opportunity to empty
the bed and wring out all that's wet.
the foggy
morning
was the clouds'
last gasp, i could barely believe the forecast.
once again i'm up in arlington,
at the bleeding edge where sprawl
meets gentrification, horse farm hemmed
in by spendy senior
living complex and whatever
comes next, the excavator's
neck bent same as the horse's, grazing
oblivious.
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