Rain rolls in fits and starts down the runnels
of the grey metal roof, clinking onto metal strata,
bouncing off plywood placed just so
to prevent the elder Lab from setting teeth
to soil, who knows why, lately it’s his thing,
no harm, only odd in his well-provisioned world;

Coconut palm sways in gusts of wind and rain,
this Hawaiian winter, wetter than some,
bane to tourists failing to do their homework,
looking for sunshine while others count blessings
in relief of drought island-wide,
while a notable musician appears
in the local papers, cuffed in front,
long hair shorn, charged with aggravated assault,
unimaginable lascivious proclivities;

Now the flowers planted yesterday bow fragile crowns
against the deluge, doing what they must
until the tide turns, rays of sunlight peek out,
and they stretch their tiny heads toward it
as unpretentiously as ever, striving for nothing
but growth, always growth, until, unresisting,
their end draws nigh;

Meanwhile in the human world, drama looms madly
upon the stage, protagonists bemoaning or rejoicing
in what seems has turned tide to favor,
disappointed once more when nature inserts herself
into a well-orchestrated plan, forgetting, perhaps,
the entire universe awaits the upswing of baton,
drawing in of breath, shift in position, clearing
of throats, brief scratch of horsehair on gut,
as the miracle of collaboration clicks into place.

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