adventures in dysthymia

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

DIRT

To move a barrow or two
of earth is no great deal;
shovel it in here,
dump it over there,
wipe the grit from your brow.

The sun will be high soon –
a barrow or two of dirt,
that’s all, and then the cool
satisfaction of lemons
and ice and kitchen chairs.

Stephen Brooke ©2007

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