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      January 24, 2023The Plumber’s NightmareDavid Wagoner

      It was supposed to be open,
      but it’s shut. The handle says Hot,
      but it’s cold. It was supposed to be
      open all the time, but something
      is turning it off and on
      and off. It was guaranteed
      and certified to be solid,
      sealed, and leak-proof,
      but it’s leaking. It’s cracked
      and porous, and someone forgot
      to check the easily read
      punched date on the service
      calendar wired to the neck
      of the only switch in full view
      of the owner of the building
      who is watching and lamenting
      what he thought was meant to be
      the foundation of running water
      he could still almost believe in,
      including you and yours,
      so what can you do now
      but look for the main valve
      to shut down everything
      connected to the rain?

      from #37 - Summer 2012

      David Wagoner

      “My father was his own home handyman during the Depression, and he wasn’t always successful at it, as our frequently flooded basement often proved. I tried to do the same during my early married years. I sympathize with plumbers, and this poem came out of those feelings.”