Victor deserved our trust …
so, his roofing crew laid down
the first pitch with
no one at home plate
to make the call …
roofers managed a clean sweep –
removal and haul away, then,
tar ‘n gravel, new gutters,
(all bases covered) –
before nimbus clouds lost
control and a pouring
had its way with us
yet, our game was not “called”
on account of the weather
since Victor’s tenacious crew
stood their ground despite
the sudden soaking
and we returned home
to dry bleachers
and a rainbow
we could believe in …
“Gracious, amigos”
we called out to the crew
in their nearly-new trucks,
heading west … they’re waving,
smiling, “Adios, amigos”