Wasps of Rain

This works
This works
This works
Oh so well
Making models
Making molds
I’ve made a mess
And I can tell
That out of habit
Out of shame
They look to the futures
That I can’t face
And I’ve seen perfect
Wasps of rain
Clean and sting them
Into the dirt again
Now all is quiet
In the quiet yard
Except the angles
Except the yard
Discarded engines
And one dead bee
Are all that want
Anything from me
There’s a function
Above the ground
That brings all
The dry things down
And every maker
And every game
Will be measured
By the wasps of rain