The water main
on Sturgeon Street
burst Saturday afternoon.
Left tiny, scalloped
waves of silt
in the gutter.
The mother who lives
across the street
handed bags from Target
to her awkward son.
He ran up the stairs
without looking back
at her deliberate pace.
She had most of the bags.
Now the kitchen faucet
sputters and hisses:
all is well, all is well.
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