HEY CRACK-IN-THE-CLOUD
sunshine shine on down
on me, on us—
here's a little world
bright between spring storms.
Toss cracked eggshells
with coffee grounds
gooey on the damp
dump of hot decay.
Squash grows up from the compost.
Here's a sponge, a dirty rag.
Ajax the kitchen tile and
vacuum the room's webs.
Beat brown rugs on a line
next to wet sheets
And yellow blossoms
stand out on the air.
Pale plum petals die
and bees buzz around.
Jets spray fuel up there.