Rain, thunder, snow, bluster -
that about covers it. Except -
over the mountain, there's
a big blue sucker hole,
defying the forecast. In my
yard, watered down sunshine.
It is the official day after the annual
Running of the Trash Cans
in Bunch of Rocks Lying Around
or Silver Lake or Joseph or
The End of the Road. However
you graph it, X marks this spot.
Everything settled is not, for yesterday
was holiday for every trash can, roof,
branch, and bit of Mystery Detritus
in the place.
Nothing could sway them
from their appointed round and rounds.
No bulls, but big, big winds last night.
news from a small town 19, November 2012
