Hot Water

27 Dec

Under house. Crawl
Space. Three days.
Water heater. Anger.

Plastic pipe. C-ment.
Sore back. Stiff neck.
Grave glare.

Eight-year-old. Small
Hands. Unafraid.
Chips in. Questions.

Satisfied. Crawls out.
My face. Turnabout.
Wide grin.

3 Responses to “Hot Water”

  1. Richard Smith December 30, 2008 at 12:27 pm #

    Your poem definitely captures the frustration and sense of accomplishment in dealing with home plumbing problems or any home repairs for that matter.

    Thanks for the great read – Rich

  2. ggw_bach January 3, 2009 at 9:28 am #

    nice poem. Evocative

  3. Ben Cotten January 21, 2009 at 1:45 pm #

    Ohhh… I’ve been there.

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