poetry

summer 18

I don’t remember watering the plants

 

if I leave a book facedown

I will find it closed

with a bookmark in the spot I left off

 

in the morning there will be an apple

on the nightstand

red side facing me

 

if I listen I can hear the neighbours

laughing

 

did I ever

sound like that?

 

light polished floors

summer wax

 

someone’s roof needs repairing

 

hammer hammer all month long

 

the handle on the toilet is broken and I have

to reach into the tank to pull the plug

 

my hand is wet all day

 

 

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