I Love To Fuck My Girl

snowmelt days
puddles brighter than ice
stand & stare as a
blind bird lands by feel
electric or laundry line
above a white rooftop

rivers underfoot
& shredded splinters
of fence & old shed

later it darkens
fences branches wires posts
shadows' crisp crop
like a photographer or painter
constantly amazed that
everything casts shadows
& leaves footprints, wet
messy tracks

isolated drops
from the troughs — a line of hits
syncopated & random
piano roll
a screen over the porch
catches the brief light of afternoon
cues I take
for my guitar — I play
the drip, the rain
is the refrain

& sunshine is my girl