Thinking about yardwork

Sometimes the mind and the body do not agree
There is doubt of the right place
So many ideas, only one can happen at a time
Is the answer to do one, or to escape?

Sometimes Escape must be the best answer
There is always another task to be done
Sometimes it is best to sieze what comes
Perhaps that is why there is a day of rest

The mind must choose between words or weeds
Actually, those weeds must be approached,
Perhaps they can wait until the sun is lower
One can become ill in such heat

The eyes continue to scan the pages
the fingers continue to dance on the keyboard
There are always results
Another letter, another poem, perhaps another future

Time continues to pass
The weeds are still there


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