Office Day

A summer poem.

Amazingly,
it rained.
When oh the floods came down and washed
the landscape of the streets into the river, then
oh then it rained
amazingly.

With what buckets did the sky prepare
to drench the weary wars below?
How laughingly did heaven send
its moist and melting messengers
like armies from the high,
to pacify the low?

While in here we,
so dry it seemed a crime to look outside,
kept working, still
we stole a sideways glance
just now and then
to out there where
the war was all but won.

June 30 1998