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.

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About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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