We did the first raking of the
leaf death, so for
to discern the
green, still straining from the
ground, and to
facilitate finding the
cool croppings of critter poop.

And it was fine. It was all
     fine. I’d
     say that part was good.

The leaf blower, on the other hand.
It’s like I am not myself.

I don’t know how to temper the utter
hatred that wells all up in my
brain parts over it.

I will eat the absolute fuck out of that goddamned blower.

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