The hose
And after all that, it was me that left the hose
on overnight. I only meant to water that
new honeysuckle, as an afterthought at dusk.
They had to cancel my book tour, of course, for one
mistake that flooded every town. Non grata now.
Destroyer of civilizations, they’re calling me,
just for one small, albeit significant, brain lapse.
The honeysuckle won’t survive this dry summer.
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