OUT OF ORDER

How many has it been?

Four or forty days of rain,

Heavy steady drumming dampness.

At this rate mold will rule the world.

(Pale faces peer out but briefly

looking for a break to mow.)


Wild lawns, lush green growth

Replace the August browning.

Thriving weeds gain new life,

Plotting overthrow, overgrow.

(Asters already blooming too

soon for autumn's dance.)


This is not how we know August,

Patterns are upside, downside.

Soggy fields, sad sad farmers,

Where there should be dust.

(How can we trust a world

so confused, out of order?)