What did I want to do today?
And is it ruined this glorious morn
of downpouring down in sudden deluge
that began before I arose, and as yet
continues
in buckets illimitable.
The common depression
our houses ring 'round begins
to resemble a flood basin. Begins
filling up with its purpose
so sound. So what
does this ruin, if anything?
No plan comes to mind, all laid out
before. Perhaps I should stomp and squelch
the lawn to garage, drag a kayak out
push it slid down the slope to splash
and explore?
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