Dizzily doodling
Events, dripping through
the gape of my downspout.
Leaves and sticks-acorns and bark
Piles of debris
Long shucked from life,
flotsam.
Midst spring rain,TORRENTS!!
Cascades
of monsoons descend.
Downspout silent….clogged.
While hostas beaten, drowned, float away.
My gutters cleaned?
My heart’s a smooth flowing depository of seasonal rain…
accountability.
Too late for hostas…
for me?
