i woke up with tomorrow all gone
drenched was just the start of it
my poor snapdragons all dried up
not the pool of sweat or drool
the garbage bins rolling
two floors beneath the
bedroom window
a dream about a rainshower
turned out to be terrorism
“everybody out!”
we made it but somehow
the culprit fell in love
with the high school principal
the pastry chef was spurned
driest day to darkest night
our wet ears glowed
summer turned into fall
and overall our suspicions faded
