It is Monday

            I planned to paint
            the concrete deck
            behind my house but that
            well-intentioned plan
            must be put aside.

            I could hide
            my current plan
            of writing about love that
            reveals my past beck
            and call feelings tainted

            with their
            fare-
            wells.

            Since the rain has arrived,
            I will dig wet holes
            and transplant eight tomato
            plants and then I will go
            down to Old Seventy Creek
            and feed the minnows

            beneath the bridge.