Ode

A Monday in May

It rained all weekend,
but today the peaked roofs
are as dusty and warm
as the backs of old donkeys
tied in the sun.
So much alike are our houses,
ours lives. Under every eave--
leaf, cobweb, and feather;
and for each front yard
one sentimental maple,
who after a shower has passed
weeps into her shadow
for hours.

--Ted Kooser