April showers
twice now this month
and we’re only three days in
–not to mention
the onion snow
guaranteed
to make you cry.
Thunder
shoulders the heavy
lifting, furniture
looks better against
the far wall
upright
bass as the raindrops
plink against
the air conditioner,
grill, I’m itching to use.
And the train
bellows at the crossings
peals of its whistle
announcing its arrival
snow-capped gondolas
boxcars
I’m itching to use.
Finding flowers
along those Western routes.