Scooping Poop: A Story of My Life (2020 NaPoWriMo#1)

Gus 3 years old

The ritual: scoop, shake, dump.
Daily there are 5-7 piles of manure
Stirred until the “road apples”
Are scattered

Toss the sawdust up against the walls
Sloping mountain sides dotted with mines
Scoop, shake, dump
Every day, the same.

Every day, more precious than my own
Heartbeat
My love is measured in every
Scoop, shake, dump

Again, this morning.
Again, tonight.
Again, tomorrow.
The beauty, the hope, the perseverance.

Scoop. Shake. Dump.

 

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