A brief storm

blew the earth clean.

 

There was much

to do: sun to put up,

clouds to put out,

blue to install,

limbs to remove,

grass to implant.

 

(The grass failed.

We ordered new grass.)

 

A limb had cracked

in half in the short storm,

short with its feeling.

 

We saw its innards,

all the hollow places.

 

Something flew out of

the window and then

the window flew out of the window.