city officials planned my afternoon,
marking a triangular pink line
ready for tomorrow’s slaughter
(for an inclusive world)
the girls and i set to work,
abandoned wagon in tow,
trip after trip filled with rocks and rhubarb
ready to be salvaged
in neat lines we laid our stones,
replanted our ripe-ready fruit,
made easy plans for controlling mulch
and baking tart spring pies
the girls ran off with new neighbors
(one stayed behind to lend muscle and wheelbarrow)
and my workout was taken over
by heavy lifting and a dream house




