The neighbor’s white truck is stacked with kayaks he is too busy to unload. Yard work and dogs, wife, family, wife’s family, day job, errands, children’s sports practice, the house he is rebuilding room by room, board by board. Was it last weekend we camped with kayaks and tents? The weekend before that? Next weekend.? Maybe, maybe. Time will tell.
rainstorm in the night
truck bed became a stream where
Kayaks learned to float
rainstorms many nights
truck bed becomes a small lake
Look! Kayaks can swim
Puff Of Smoke Poems 