concrete --------rough ---------heavy
grooves fit together
set in place
a new flower bed
limestone base
levelled
perfect curves and
straight lines…not
a wall retaining what?
remembering Frost’s poem
“Before I built a wall…”
remembering words said and not said
and laughter
damage on a summer night
with a black lake and shining moon
tossing all night in a cold bed
am I mending?
the blocks make my arms ache
working together
coming to the curve
“something there is…”
the blocks don’t fit
sunlight fades as I work backwards
moving every block again
mending
my ---------arms --------ache
remembering
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