~PAUL NELSON~

BUSY

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The pasture gate gapes. 
We come and go, walking the dogs.
No sheep to kill this year.

We are busy letting go,
small, raised beds, vacant freezer.
We walk in the charred sunset,
field mowed, the bay slate gray.

In the center of the field
the truck-sized boulder,
glacial, shade.

© by Paul Nelson