a quiet
night
except
for the
Rev. Al Green
reverberating
from
speakers
front
and back of home,
thumping
out
rear
windows
into the
flooded garden,
tis that
type of spring
as his
joyous song
serenades
me
while I
unclog
the sump
pump hose,
making
the worse
a song
of happiness
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