Three brief thoughts after a week of shrubbery:

First you must find… another shrubbery! Then, when you have found the shrubbery, you must place it here, beside this shrubbery, only slightly higher so you get a two layer effect with a little path running down the middle. (“A path! A path!”) Then, you must cut down the mightiest tree in the forrest… with… a herring!

– The Knights Who Say “Ni!”


. . .

I find –

in cutting back the weeds and vines –

a low brick wall and stone

pineapples: forgotten treasures,

like friends I have known.

. . .

A thorn –

piercing glove and hand –

irritates, until even the pain

becomes normal (despite toxicity);

I’ve known people in that vein.

. . .

My work –

complete, finished, unshirked –

gives way to rest and sleep

and dreams of bliss, content

in the company I keep.

 

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