It is now twenty minutes past three in the morning <br />We just had two inches of rain in the last hour <br />The ground in front of my house is flooded <br />My wife is asleep <br />The dog didn’t wake up <br />When the doorbell rang <br />It was three in the morning when I checked the clock <br />I went down the stairs in my underwear <br />Curious and only mildly cursing <br />I turned on the porch lamp and slowly opened the door <br />A man of twenty or so years of age was standing there <br />Wet to the bone <br />He smiled as he reached in his jacket's pocket <br />With his right hand <br />While he pushed opened the storm door <br />With his left hand <br />But I too am ambidextrous <br />They’ll have to wait for the ground to dry <br />Before they bury him…. <br />It is now twenty five minutes past three in the morning <br />And still raining heavily…<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-december-night-in-the-deep-south-outside-it-is-68-degrees/
