it was never my land
...and now that I've moved
to the wild wild West
I've staked a claim at the base of a mountain
pulled on my bonnet,
rolled up my shirtsleeves
and started hoeing .
and not what you think oh gutter-bound mind!
I'm overturning clayey soil
uncovering metamorphic rocks
pulling diligently at vagrant weeds
thrusting, twisting
my three-pronged fork into the ground
whispering sweet nothings
to my homestead.
I am dirty in the most literal sense,
in total need of a hose down.
I'm gonna put my hoe down.
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