Static and Copper

The cabinets finally unstick their teeth,

a sudden draft cutting through the hall.

The heat that sat like a heavy sheath

slides away as the pressure starts to fall.

Next door, the kiddy pool flips its blue skin,

skidding across the patio in a panic.

I wait for the first hard drop to begin

against the sky, gray and volcanic.

In the grass, a yellow extension cord

snakes toward a drill that’s gone cold.

Everything I meant to fix is ignored

while the clouds turn heavy and bold.