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Honey Do


Soon this northern city will be just another aisle,

stacks of ketchup and racks of white blouses


within spitting distance. They invite you in,

say have a nice day, greeters charged to help


find what you’re looking for: just milk

and bread. Pay the plastic fee, slide a card,


and get to the list of chores. I’m pouring concrete

into many holes, letting it dry, trying to finish


before the first hard freeze, steel poles sticking

straight up.That pile of boards? Call it a fence.

from BugleFind more by Tod Marshall at the library

Copyright © 2014 Tod Marshall
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.

Published in Poems Tod Marshall

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