After the wind,
we pick shingles from the garden,
find a wheelbarrow overturned
beside the shed.
The rosebush has lost its trellis.
Still, its thorns catch my sleeve
when I step too close.
All afternoon we repair
what we can reach.
By evening the yard resembles itself
enough for the dog to sleep.
J.L. Orango is a Canadian writer based in Kamloops, British Columbia. Her poems and stories explore memory, family, work, and the private histories behind ordinary lives. Her work has appeared in Literary Yard and Synchronized Chaos.
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