Cutting Wood

I wake in the scent of pineapples in Maine
with a cup of coffee

I like to start again.

.

I let myself wander in the woods during noon;

just because I like to free myself from my doubts very soon.
.

And I fold the sleeves from my plaid shirt,

the ax splitting the wood

just like it always should be;

in my enthusiastic mood..

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