Rainbird Alarm Clock

Posted: February 12, 1991 in Poetry
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my newspaper blanket is wet.
I wake to the across-the-street sound
of the rain bird sprinklers capering;
one was whitewashing an aluminum gardening shed.
the stutter of the water
chides me for not wearing my shoes.

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