digging.
so you go out
into the yard, with a shovel
and begin.
by lunch you're about six
feet down.
you have a sandwich
and examine your work.
you wave to the neighbors
looking over the fence.
they rush in, saying nothing.
then you get back to it.
down you go, needing
a ladder now to climb in
climb out.
you dig all day, and into
the night.
when you look up from
the deep hole you can see
the stars. it's just you
with this squared window
looking up.
tired and cold, but satisfied
with what you've done.
tomorrow you will fill
the hole.
each day, no different
than the next.
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