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Thursday
During the twenty-minute meditation
guided by the smartphone app,
a buzz alert of incoming mail
diverts me like a herded sheep,
banishes the upper room
and hungry donkey tied outside.
Friday
At the dealership
for scheduled maintenance,
I drive the newest model,
haggle over price
from noon ’til three,
casting my lot
for a better cloak.
Saturday
I push the broadcast spreader
over the yard,
slinging granulated manure
until my heaving lungs
reign me to a stop
and I ponder
the final gasp.
Easter Sunday
The grandchildren
find plastic eggs
with jelly beans inside
tucked in the fertilized lawn,
yesterday’s odor nullified
by unexpected finds.
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