when the rake broke

after I broke my
rake,
raking
leaves and vines in the back
yard.
I didn't curse,
or shake my head,
I just threw it over
the fence into
the woods.
both pieces.
raking was done for the day,
perhaps that year.
at some point
i'll get another rake,
and start again
in the yard,
moving leaves and vines
around, crazy rocks
that never seemed
to be there before,
but i'm in no rush.
there's no one
pressuring me to rake,
or bag
the pile and take
it to the dump.
in fact, i'm happy that
the rake broke.