Storm Drain Maintenance

by emluz · 06/03/2026
Published 06/03/2026 20:04

The gutters are gurgling a frantic song,

telling me exactly what is wrong.

I only crawl under the porch in the mud

when the clouds start to offer a bit of a flood.


My knees are getting darker in the dirt,

cold water soaking the hem of my shirt.

I’m poking a stick at a clog in the pipe,

while the sky gives the world a gray, wet wipe.

#domestic maintenance #manual labor #rain #working class fatigue

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