As you might guess, it is raining here today, cats and dogs as they say. The grill truly is uncovered. As for feeling personal grief, I have little, but the poem drifted that way, and the template-esque repetition, where whole lines are repeated within the poem, echoes the poem “poplars” that I posted two days ago, and that poem was certainly about grief. I’ll consider this a sister-poem. That idea resonates with me.

I had an alternate ending here:

though as for
foresight, dams 
only work well 
until they don’t.

It was just too clever in the end and is, I think, an understood principle of all things--given enough time, they wear away.