2022, everyday words, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, summer

Dumpster possum poses no questions

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.

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