things have not gone as I planned


    what were intended to be days
    have become weeks – six, in fact
    and these last few days of my summer

    find me trying to finish the deck
    instead of other august projects
    and, of course, I never intended

    to catch and cut my finger on
    the protruding nail, or sweat
    through four (count ‘em) t-shirts

    one day, cooler and far away
    from now, I will be sitting under
    an october sun with a cool drink

    and warm friends and will say
    “I helped build it” in response to
    an affirming comment without

    remembering being hot and hurt
    and reach for my guitar without
    a thought for the cut on my finger



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