I’m up early this morning. After 30 minutes of trench digging I look up to see that a mermaid has planted a rock garden on my sidewalk for me.
It looks to me, they are relaxing
Stretching,
Indifferently observing my toil,
In the early morning light.

Pretty strong arms that mermaid has….those are some big rocks!
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It seems to me they are
squat, soiled, stolid
specimans, rounded with
subserviance and stunned
by the truth of the sun
and the soft hand of the mermaid.
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I mean “subservience” my sub concious means “subserviance” because the “a” better suits the rock shape. :-}
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Hey! Does poetry substitute for work in placing those rocks where they eventually belong?
If this site doth the artistic eye ultimately satisfy,
Then let the hapless walker artfully watch his stride!
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very nice!
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