The scrape of metal on stone
The wrist swivelling, considering composition
and shadowing, lowering the field,
poised to deliver the right thrust.
I could be a Florentine Renaissance sculptor
engaged in bas-relief.
But I'm just me on the driveway
on my knees, weeding out incipient growth
with a steak knife.
And instead of using cornmeal
or vinegar, or scalding water,
I persist with this seasonal ritual-
prostrate, dust to dust,
in deference to, begging for
a clean slate...
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Burning works too!
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