Proud of my seedlings
I step back
to observe
Back into a log
which rolls
a touch
Like a skittle I wobble
for several
s l o w
seconds
then fall
back first
skull second
whomp-smack
on hard-baked grass
Gaia, why
did you smack me
upside
the head?
Was that karma or perhaps
to remind me
what matters most?
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