Lining a Garden

Stones, dragged from the riverstones in a stream
one or two at a time
up over the hill and
down again, following the road
Sisyphus unchained

step after bitter step
blister upon blister
stone stacked against stone
warm gray shadow against
a cadmium green garden

domes and arches and hills
and towers without bells
and terraces and walls
for ants and spiders and ladybugs

while the pain shudders the body
the beauty comforts the soul
waiting for flowers to bloom
and tomatoes to ripen.

Lining a Garden

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