Poem Seven

I approach two kinds of questions:
the internal
and the external.

the emotional considerations regarding
appropriate work ethic
and appropriate work habit,
matters of being motivated
(or not)
to dig
and matters of digging
as leisure,
only suitable for bourgeoisie
ladies who lunch
or only fitting
in addition to
or after
other paid employment.

the practical considerations
come and go,
the internal monologue
at intervals
and mostly concern
important matters like
who's been pooping in the garden?
what does squirrel poop look like?
are you, Squirrel on the Electric Wire Above,
the asshole
burying acorns here?

The ceramic gnome
disregards all this
as he slowly
becomes buried
by the cast-aside
wild strawberry
I am clearing.  

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