After the Sprinklers
E. M. Hartline — from Night Work

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The sprinklers come on before the birds.
I know because I am out in it —
not in the spray, on the wet it leaves,
barefoot, the concrete still holding
a little of the day's heat underneath the cold.

The lawns drink in the dark.
The street shines where nothing is passing.
Two houses down, a porch light burns
for no one coming home.

The sprinklers will dry before the birds.
Are you awake too?

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