by Alison

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August 1st

strangely I’ve become

addicted to pulling weeds -

sweat beads cover me

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August 3rd

how quickly things grow

how quickly things die -

my garden is zen

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August 5th

like yoga I dig

into myself and the ground

and forget all else

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August 7th

It’s 12 a.m. and

I can hardly wait to get

out there tomorrow

by Alison

ours is the lawn that’s

tufty green with patches of

poisonous mushrooms