Effort

How to bear the weight
of what we've passed through,

of what is still to come
whose shape we don't

yet know? We practice
every day: washing

the grime off socks
and underwear; trimming

the stalks, shearing the old
wood from the fence. The cost

of weather is the warping
of the frame. On good

days, screens filter
little pills of light.


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