Drizzle omnipotent

Slumber Inn
is bathing
in hot summer sunshine

and begonias are nodding
in the wind that rushs
through the grass at the valley
lip

the verndah empty with
story chairs faded in their
enamel coats

gardens of tethered fantasia
trellis portico
and empty steps
reaching down to the manicure
of lawn

forgotten motorcars gleam
like dead predatory beasts
out past the fenceline
bent and needing of keep

the radio is playing in the kitchen
and a fire murmurs to itself
in the cookstove

the eyes of the house look
through lace curtian edging
there are rains
smell this
swept up from the dark cedar
balsam flats
the moss thick glade
before meadow runs
dead tamarack ruin

the fly buzzes against the glass
and the first foar off drone
of thunder
sounds hesitant

the garden waits for its replenishment