What then and of course thunderstorms!
It’s the season. Quite the balderdash
that wharf possum. Wanted to tell him,
“Check the dumpsters. There’s still time.”
With morale in an all-time oblong orbit
the stars being, well, what they are
and here we are waiting out the rain
praying for a new moon and some success
from that new strain of beans
in the garden.