for Kim

The sky opens up.

Light show
letting us know
that in addition to
searing heat and
unseasonably cold
there will also be—

drumbeats thundering
rain accompanying
whose entrance is a cascading curtain
to our island cave
from the outside world.

Farmhouse spouting
in need of a farmhand handyman.
They’ve done such a nice job with the porch swing.

Here, with no place
to go, or data to upload to Facebook,
our private island
carries the faint tang of body odor,
and citronella tiki torches
lighting the way home.

Hold on, Jimmy-boy.
Hold on.


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