might still be

what the hell?
i mean
all this coming
and going,
yet never leaving
this same place.
how can that be?
it would all be something
if it weren’t for capitalism
or so-called
“private property”
that keeps me moving
all the time, rent you know . . . .
it’s hot.
the garden beckons,
these empty buckets
call me to the creek
now that the spring
has gone dry.
oh yes,
and some wood to [...]

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