A rare Saturday off, sweetened by storm
Thunder rolls noisily ’round the roof
Rain pinging against metal echoes down the chimney
Trucks swoosh by through puddles in the street
While the neglected rain gutter merrily spills over
Swaddled in a velvety blanket, only my feet poke out
Clad in stolen, mismatched socks
A hole has worked open the left one
And now yawns to reveal three little toes
Edged with their last tangerine smile
From summer’s final pedicure
