Disrepair

What is that popping sound I hear,

Is something else in disrepair?

The months are few since you have gone,

The trees are falling one by one,

A giant’s breath exhales and then

An oak comes thrashing to the ground.

Your truck does shudder throttled low

Each and everywhere I go.

A light grows dim and that I change,

A faucet drips, a shutter bangs.

A plumber comes with careless tools,

A carpenter does bring a lull.

I fix ‘that’ and they fix ‘this’

But who’s to fix its you I miss?

What is that popping sound I hear,

Is something else in disrepair?

-Mary Hardy Melton