Some Days, You Know

It’s not the heat of sweat
And not the effort of it all
It’s not the inconvenience

What adults try to say
When they blurt out
Recycled tin junk

In their phrase
‘No pain no gain’
Lawn mowers buzz

Summer short on bees
Electricity, hot metal
Keep Mother Nature

In check. It’s our job
Some days, you know
Not let her get too big

For her garden breeches
The rabbits do their part
Nibble at what they can

Watch beneath the sumac
For outstretched clutches
Of birds that circle flowers

Or the next Sunday mulch
Enjoy the chews of clover
In bramble warren shade.

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