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Digging up the dandelions and dock leaves

my mind begins to clear of clutter

so that seeds of inspiration

can start to germinate,


then as I stand and stretch my back

to ease the aching, I notice

ideas like tiny shoots are sprouting

tender, green and full of promise:


some, probably the strongest,

are definitely weeds, but others

bear promise of that heady mix

of beauty and summer’s bounty.

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