i will get back to it

i will get back to it

i tell myself

as i

throw clothes into the washer,

taking out

others

that have dried,

to fold.

i'll get back to it.

i promise myself, with

a vague

vow

of determination.

i will plant that seed,

i'll rake

the yard,

unweed it's sightly stretch

from fence to fence.

i will get back to it.

soon,

soon again,

before winter comes

and spring

is spent.