let_it_rain tender_square the ground doesn't unthaw in lockstep with rising temperatures. basements are bowls waiting to collect runoff and rain when land takes a sober stance. where there were ice floes jamming freighter passage two days prior, there's now a cloak of fog draping the shoulders of island trees. i listened for the sump pump spit up in the middle of the night when drops fell so soft they might have well been imagined. another year goes sliding down the sewer slope and i can't say i'm not glad to watch it go. 221231 what's it to you? who go blather from