Rarely do I remember another month, August. 
Rarely another day do I remember. 

I threw tarps over a life 
and never could they reach?

still hastily I gathered 
tarps more rare by the hour 

in the city of nothing to spare.
I draped true but thin shores 

for the shipwreck 
as the radio said:

Rarely does as rarely has 
grown tired of not doing.

Take your rarities.
Take your household gods.

If you have no gods:
make them.