but who ever does it?
Except Berry. Nice poems.
It just happens I'm free
for the first time in weeks from
chores and promises,
cracked valves, late bills,
and I think I'll take time
to brush the dog. She likes that.
& oil dry hard leather for sheath for shears,
for the tape rule, hatchet—
read a recipe for aubergine salad,
this isn't work—
Then go for a hike
toward the bobcat dens and gravels,
hope no wildfires start today
—I'll get there and back
and just for a second,
maybe play.
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