There is now grace in the act
of watering the garden.
From the shingles of
my Cincinnati two-story
rain travels to green barrels
upcycled from storing
food-grade wine flavoring
to a new life on wood frame
against worn red brick.
I hear thunder and imagine
the containers filling.
Under the watercolor
of a setting sun
carrots need tending.
Turning the spigot
a small miracle flows.
I think it is the gathering
that makes each drop
a prayer.


David A. PetremanLisa Prantl

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Lisa Prantl

Lisa Prantl lives in Anderson Township, Ohio.