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Pruning

If there’s a theme for this July,I say the word is “prune.”I’m daily shearing plants to tryto own my garden. Soonthe weeds will lose their ground. And Iam shredding a lagoonof paper. Anti-multiplyis my motif since June.

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A Tuesday Morning

The view this morning from my living roomis dappled sun beneath a twining vine,conveying coolness, smoothness through a loomof photosynthesis. Such comfort’s mine,I feel provoked. I take it as a signof natural love, of vegetation’s kiss.Right now I’m feeling well, … Continue reading →

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Home Work

My gardener is missing working weeks.The man’s unwell and though I think he’ll mend,for now I’m not portraying one who seeksto hire expertise. For I intendto daily do a bit. The pokeweed speakseach morning, even now too strong to bend,while … Continue reading →

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Sonic

I guess I don’t use internet as muchas many others do. The Wifi ceasedlast night – the TV stuttered out of touch,and when I called, I learned my link decreasedtwo days ago – 500 drops were sucha deal they’ll come … Continue reading →

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Good Job

To all who said they’d never change, I writeannouncing that the bins were handled well,and costs that I reported just last nighthave been repaid already, truth to tell.To my own mind so apt so long to swellwith pique and scorn … Continue reading →

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Garden Clutter

I share the garden with the sweetest slobs.They’re young, and inattentive to the yard.Considering their studies as their jobs,they never weed or prune. It isn’t hardto notice, but at 23 what mobsthe brain, what looms to populate the cardis radiating … Continue reading →

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Seasonality

My yard mates are abundant now – birds flockto scavenge from the ground and browse the buds.A dozen squirrels race on roof, and mockmy quietude with footfalls loud as thuds(a tree gives easy access). Raccoon stockis fat and gravid. Fruitfulness … Continue reading →

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Lazing

I’ll be a little late today, to post.That’s insignificant as it can be.No obligation motivates – at most,it’s just a morning task I set for me.It’s chill today, for April, and I seein fireplace warm flames of yellow-red.I’m home from … Continue reading →

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Two Doors

Prohibiting a pet is not allowed,although the ban is in our documents.The drafter sought avoidance of a loudcondition, to protect inhabitants.The newest member of this residencecomes with a roommate, gentle, on all fours.She’s out right now – by man and … Continue reading →

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After Spring Rain

The vernal rain that wet us yesterday,continuing to drizzle overnight,made blossoms droop and leafing branchlets splayupon the ground and wooden walk. The sightof greenlings down comprised a dawn display.I sheared and composted by early light,and spooked a baby skunk that … Continue reading →

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