Joy of the mountain


Spread out three buckets of fragrant stems.
Shored these up where I used to burn leaves

Under the guise of boiling water.
Should put the girls’ stones and shells

Back where they belong,

But a strong and idle house sits there
Taking note of where

The grass line cuts our shins, was
The hem sewn above or below the knee.


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