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Shovel sodden leaves; mulch sticks to your spade.
Ignore screams from earnest worms recycling autumn.
Listen. You hear only space
embrace a clean swept path,
navigating every clumsy splice from a dull blunt edge,
catapulting towards a job well done.
Except the nightcrawlers are still screaming
About the Creator
Teresa Renton
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
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