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| Weed Season Weeds pulled leave roots underground. Spades aid in a mindless endeavor I routinely begin late, by end of summer. Why does it take so long for a dull expression to fade, realize the toil cemented in this yard with each new infestation plying the surface to harvest? I lay in the maw to view once nimble fingers, soiled, dull, nails cracked, and quit, return inside and soap up, forget another day and dream of fall. Leaves shudder, tumble and mix with the pine's debt, like straw on decaying crop. I witness winter's white toll as a chill sets to dry. Layers of thick cotton bind under the duvet. I crawl beneath to clutch pillows tight, hold to a thinning chest, aching for some new season come, now. Dry eyes fade in black visions, hopeless in a sagging bed with labor's heat blasting our gray bodies, yearning next spring renews us. 30 lines freeverse edited: 6.6.21 no show Writer's Cramp Weed another day. original ▼ |
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