This poem is taken from PN Review 259, Volume 47 Number 5, May - June 2021.
Poems
Futilities
Enough rain
and every route
becomes an obstacle,
tracks turn to creeks,
roads to rivers,
the paths impassable.
*
From a neighbor’s yard
the dull thud of walnuts,
the dead sound of digging,
an adult male voice
amused and scornful.
*
Almost done!
Almost done!
You’re always
almost done,
...
Enough rain
and every route
becomes an obstacle,
tracks turn to creeks,
roads to rivers,
the paths impassable.
*
From a neighbor’s yard
the dull thud of walnuts,
the dead sound of digging,
an adult male voice
amused and scornful.
*
Almost done!
Almost done!
You’re always
almost done,
...
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