and truthfully i'm not too happy
with his work
lately.
i go out to chop away what He's
grown.
it's a random mess of weeds
and grass,
poison ivy and what not.
He's all about the wind, it seems.
blowing over
seeds
from the field beyond the fence.
sometimes a snake
sneaks
in.
no apples though with which
to hold
and decide upon
with my current Eve.
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