remember the urgent joy…

 

 

no mo’

 

…of course there’s no harm

   to thrill in the doing of the thing,

“the last time” are tempting words

   that rush too quickly to my lips,

 

I hear their echo

   as I rush to the finish,

and only then

   do I wonder

      why I don’t remember

         the urgent joy

            of the first time,

and the rich learning

   of all the other times,

 

and now I see

   that the last time

      is, of course, a rare moment,

but I want so little of it…

 

September 19, 2023

 

Cutting the grass used to be a thing.

I don’t miss it.

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