A Dry Wet

The leaf and leak patrols are out in force.
I hear the power mowers, and I see
the EBMUD driver, in his truck of course,
on cell phone while awaiting company.
Surmising leaks they seek to find the source;
our soaring bills denote a mystery.
The residents are diligent and good.
We’re dry and wasting in this neighborhood.

(Huitain)

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