Taking out the Planters

My shovel breaks the roots of wild grasses
Yellow sorrel, jimsonweed
Where once grew peppers, bright tomatoes
Fat cucumbers, kale and snow peas

The wood was rotten, so it was easy
To break the frames and trash the planters
The soil within, though, had become as
Dense and heavy as grief

My back is aching, my arms are heavy
Sweat pulls sunscreen into my eyes
As I unearth some kind of meter
Made to measure pH balance

The dark earth lightens as it dries
Under the sun of late August
These brown rectangles in my yard
Look to me like unmarked graves



Credits
Writer(s): Edward Nathaniel Lasher
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