grass
my
labors bend to the grass
grown
over
ah,
the monotony
one
person’s
is
another’s meditation
another’s
Zen practice
perhaps
I don’t know
as
I shovel, rake, and sweep
grass
will uprise around me
-it
is always so
growing
taller to spread
colonize
and crumble
this
work
temporary
intent thwarted
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