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The pipe burst, showering
the bathroom with scalding water.
Forcing me to flee naked into the cold.
I quickly grabbed my bathrobe,
and an old dim flashlight,
to scurry under the house,
and turn off the main valve.
Covered in mud in the dark,
I found myself looking at stars,
the blueness of the sky,
and the violet hue of sunrise,
silhouetting the mountain range.
The smell of coffee wafted outside,
as a pan faced barn owl swept by.

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    Larry Conley
    April 15, 2012 at 2:14 pm ·

    Dean,

    This is a new twist on the “When life hands you lemons” adage.

    When life bursts your pipes, make poetry. Now that is an inspiration to each and all!

    Thanks for sharing,

    Larry
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    Dani Heart
    April 15, 2012 at 2:49 pm ·

    Love it…. my sonnet would very likely have included many expletive deletives…lol I applaud your positiveness Dean. Bravo
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    Cher Duncombe
    April 15, 2012 at 3:30 pm ·

    Dean, what beautiful distractions in the midst of what would be turmoil. Wonderful!
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    Janene
    April 15, 2012 at 3:35 pm ·

    Ha ha! Great poem. Talk about rose-colored glasses! You’ve inspired me to start singing Monty Python’s “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life.” Not a bad mantra when you think about it!
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    tolbert
    April 17, 2012 at 3:30 pm ·

    Great perspective Dean! I like the coffee part so next time just skip the under the house mud dilemma and call a plumber on your way back from Starbuck’s. :-)

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