The morning after Independence Day
Neither moon nor sun appears--
Heavy clouds the color of ambiguity
Hover like raised rapiers.
We sweep up the empty cans
From the swimming pool deck.
In the filter we find two dead frogs
Amid the bugs, leaves, and dreck.
The rain begins well before noon,
And soon the front road’s a river.
We drink the last of the warm beer,
And by two discover the lever
That opens our hearts to the day.
We laugh as we dive into its chill,
Plunging into the deep, deep end.
We remember that dark rebirth still.
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