Spring Garage Cleaning

a sonnet

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Happiness in Spring demands so little:
Sweeping piles of dirt and leaves away
From tables caked with dried mud from Fall’s work,
Knocking pots free from last year’s dried clay.
Even raising clouds of dust and coughing
In a cold garage where planters wait
For bits of muddy ground outside becoming
Visible again though ice stayed late.
One hour spent outside in preparation
For everything that Summer will become…