Gullywasher

Based on the following prompt: Prompt # 10

NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 9

“It’s gonna be a real gullywasher”

The gardener growled, while pulling

Spiked weeds from outside my window.

I had no idea what to expect.

“Never let your children play in the wash”

The sign said, over a firefighter

And a limp, wet child.

I didn’t know what I’d gotten into.

I moved here for the weather, the

Dry hot sunshine and

The clearing, sparkling monsoons;

Letting me start over and over and over.

Layers of skin washed away

and then I burn and then I bathe

in aloe and inhale creosote

over and over and over.

Gullywashers and bumblegrass and

Half a dead rabbit and lemon trees

And flash floods and dry sand:

I love you Tucson, for all I never expected.