there are tools strewn
here and there
the monkey wrench consorts
with the flat-head screwdriver
I managed to replace the toilet bob,
which keeps the tank from overflowing,
but the shut-off valve will not completely
close, giving a slow drip of water
out onto the blue and green beach towel.
and to think I left this poem
brimming with possibility.
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