Clair ButtonSpring has sprung
a leak in my brain
voids “duties” and makes “should”
a debate between
trimming shrubs and meetings

dirty fingers, holes in gloves
stubborn roots
and aching back
rows of plants in pots

I can still swing an axe
if not remember appointments
I found some wine

and warm sun to calm
the aches of conscience

Hope you did OK without me.