A perfect antidote
To all this talk
About the Floating World
To spend the afternoon
Here in the garden
As the world turns
So do the worm and I
Working through the soil
From end to end
A journey bracketed
By dirt
Of our best intent
Much work remains
To be done
Leaving food for thought
But for the birds
Barely none
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