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