through the tall grass,
hopping over small glistening spiderwebs
and remnants of cows passed by,
i come to a thin shining line
delicate yet spiteful upon the touch
into the field of marigold and blue leaves
i feel purpose,
i feel content,
i feel at peace as work becomes childlike play,
carrying water my body grows stronger,
what could be labor becomes a wet nourishing
trip to the stream to gather the counterpart
of my own burning self
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