In the cabin used two weeks a year
The man sits / crestfallen because of the rain.

Across the way, there sits another cabin.
The man peers out his window at this cabin.

There’s always someone in this cabin
As there is now / and light from its windows.

In the second cabin, there too is a man.
His roof is leaking / but he is listening

To the sounds of the rain outside
And the water falling into a bucket inside.

The warmth of his cabin is not touched
By the rain or by the leak in the roof.

It is not his roof / but the roof above him now
And in this moment he is grateful.

/ / /

This poem was written to the Two for Tuesday prompt at Poetic Asides to write a catch poem or a release poem.

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