pulling weeds

I will pull the weeds from my life and toss them on the compost pile.
Life is filled with endless chores.
The lawn mower always seems to need more maintenance;
the grass grows again, and then again.
The kitchen sink seems to fill even when I have not cooked a new meal.

Today was a good day.
The mower started right up
and I had enough petrol to get the job done.
Pulling the weeds that are growing in the patio cracks was a harder chore.

Laundry is heavy when I include the sheets and towels.
Overloading the dryer is a costly mistake.
Simple tasks can be achieved;
Always clear if I have failed or succeeded, so comforting.
Other task are ambiguous and the success rate is
indiscernible. Identity seems to rely much more on the
indiscernible tasks and opinionated judgments.


About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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