Last Monday shades of darkness were the rage.
I woke to overcast and clots of rain,
and then a crew arrived to build a cage
of scaffolding around the house in front.
They draped it in black netting as they stage
the building for repair and shingle work
the owners have arranged. Now we’ll engage
disrupted while they clean and sand and stain,
and I’ll just hunker in and act my age.

(Magic 9)