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Poem for Monday and Frustrating Sunday 
Monday, 6th May 2019 12:26 am

After a Rainstorm
By Robert Wrigley

Because I have come to the fence at night,
the horses arrive also from their ancient stable.
They let me stroke their long faces, and I note
in the light of the now-merging moon

how they, a Morgan and a Quarter, have been
by shake-guttered raindrops
spotted around their rumps and thus made
Appaloosas, the ancestral horses of this place.

Maybe because it is night, they are nervous,
or maybe because they too sense
what they have become, they seem
to be waiting for me to say something

to whatever ancient spirits might still abide here,
that they might awaken from this strange dream,
in which there are fences and stables and a man
who doesn't know a single word they understand.

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We had ambitious plans for Sunday -- we were going to go to the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival, then to my in-laws' for an early dinner, and we were going to do this despite the rain that fell all night and all morning -- but once again we could hear dripping behind one of the bedroom walls, and when we checked the attic, there was water collecting beneath the brand new many-thousand-dollar roof. So instead we spent the morning firing off furious emails and social media comments to the roofers, since they don't have any sort of emergency numbers, eventually attracting their attention so they could send someone out with a ladder by 3 p.m.

Turns out they apparently cracked one of the pipes connected to the air conditioning system while installing the roof, and the crack was letting the water in. So they put up a tarp and they're coming to replace the pipe tomorrow. Since the whole day was gone by the time they left, we went out for a few minutes for provisions, then came home, ate leftover tacos for Cinco de Mayo, and watched Supergirl (come out to Lena already!), Les Miserables (this Javert is even more homoerotic than in the Brick), and Last Week Tonight (in which John Oliver lambasts lethal injection). These were the happiest members of our household today:

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