hard frost everywhere last night
"an end to gardening for everyone" weatherman said
it's official! no more feeling bad about the garden this year!
got up in the night to find wool socks
slept curled in a ball and dreamt of Los Angeles
sleeping floating sprawled in warm air
the hard-working boy who mowed our *cough* grass all summer
has stacked the wood in the garage.
what is he saving for i wonder, that makes him work so hard?
i do love stacking wood, but could not find time this year.
when i stack it myself, i leave room for the car.
now john is rearranging it, not knowing how to tell the boy to.
he'd better hurry. this morning something whispered 'snow.'
i wonder if that boy shovels walks?
i mostly wonder if this boy is from another planet, shot into space by his loving parents
as his planet fell into its sun.
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