End Of March 2006 Poem by David Howerton

Gather handfuls miners lettuce
bright green
wet in early morning
some rosemary
some thyme
and a dash of pepper
breakfast.

Sound of rain on windows
patting away
damp smells in nose
lethargy hanging over everything.

Background noise what little traffic
goes by in rain
trying to avoid rocks
fallen in road.

Looking at them
each stopped
someplace on street
wet dripping bits of dirt
water saturated hills,
maybe with luck
and some more rain
the road will get closed
this afternoon.