The new roof makes his ranch
watertight. But those plates
under the black rubber skin, pinning
down the insulation board, stick out.
One sixteenth of one inch shows.
Pimples ready to erupt. Worse,
they reveal his uneven hand,
weaving across the roof, the work
of an amateur who keeps on
even after a fourth beer.
If hed known, he wouldve been more
careful. Still, theyd show, fists
punching a dark blanket above.
Not enough for standing water
but disrupting the surface
intended to keep out the weather.
Its not enough, he fears,
just to have a roof overhead.