same old spade
nobody sees you and if they say
that they do
they are wrong
and you are left scratching
the surface all over again
we know there is no going back
that it’s all about today
and yesterday is simply
a thin slice of overactive imaginations
it is spring already
and you find yourself in the garden
turning the clay with quiet determination
in the back of your mind
I encourage you to go on
and you step on the spade
leaving it stuck in the ground
walking away with pail in hand
meandering toward the rain barrel
november two thousand seventeen
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i love this –
thank you Beth, I’m thrilled that you do.