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Jesus! There I stood at San Pablo and Washington,
just insane how the sky had unfolded
after this morning's storm, blinking Don't Walk, Don't Walk, Don't
Walk, Walk! and when I got home, it hit me ... and the sky,
I know how crazy this sounds ... literally parted into a fabulously
blue wind-swept crescent of high-flying cumulus wisps, before slamming
closed into another storm cap, though not before I picked up the
dogs and raced over to The Home Depot to purchase five rolls, twenty-five
square feet, fifteen dollars fifty-nine cents worth of sods spilling
Bermuda grass to carry, pack, roll, carry, pack, carry into their
pen, heavy each of them, wearing mud
proudly all over my forearms, as I vanquish the mudhole!
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