raking

Written while sitting on the deck drinking a beer after raking and listening to aged music.

raking 2026.03.20

it's the first day of spring
and summer has already arrived
my grandmother warned me 
the years would go by fast
but she never mentioned the seasons

time is a human construct
nature decided to unfollow
like that facebook friend 
you don't really remember
for no particular reason

time waits for no one 
a rolling stone once sang
while gathering no moss
as the weeds sprang
through last fall's oak leaf detritus 

the war that started
just the other day
is over or so they say
seems that one thing that stays
is this constant war haze

along with the malaise
of being able to do anything about it
don't ask me what i think about this shit
i may not give the answer that you want me to
oh well

the hazy clouds that have shielded my bare skin have receded
and i guess i should finish raking the backyard
before it decides to snow again
this late afternoon in march
to then go in and try to perfect a pork milanese

Time Waits for No One - The Rolling Stones

Oh Well - Fleetwood Mac