Breath of Life

Saturated in sweat, shaking
Can’t catch enough air in my lungs
Heart racing, beating hard
The weeds can wait
I know I should go slower
But then I’d never clear my yard
Fingers deep in dirt, I’d still be tired
Long before I’m done.
The shovel helps, it lifts the roots
From their anchored soil
But now I rake, it is difficult
Too much dirt trapped in roots
Shoveling’s gift
I’ll do more in the morning
Yes, more in the morning
More in the morning
⸻If it doesn’t rain.

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