bare feet, in wet

i am up again;

the morning dew wets my feet,

sticking cold pollen on my skin.

i give no care for i am sunken

deep into the garden soil.

now icy cold;

and the weeds are dripping wet.

my numbs limbs are now icy and tough.

i care to be bare-feet-frozen and wet;

but for a plate on my table i won’t rest.

 

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