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                                    Chris Bullard

Switching between seasonal chores,
you can lose a tool as you might forget
the word that finishes a thought. Scale
is one problem. What you clip is bigger
than what you clip with. More room
means more variety, but expansiveness
causes difficulties if you try to locate
your place among the postures of work.
Were you face down in the sensible ivy,
or clipping the empyrean rose blooms?
Sometimes, among the babble of plants
you encourage and restrict, you reach
for what you expected, yet grasp nothing.
The garden goes on blooming without you.

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