The feriation complete,
It’s time to start a work week.
Even if there aren’t causes,
Sequence holds consequences—
Some items lost in the soil,
Swallowed and long forgotten,
Pop and come to fruition,
And the ones that don’t, you don’t
Remember, since they didn’t,
So the world might as well be
Nothing other than gardens
Of sudden consequences.
Get back to work. What comes up
Will include blooms you buried,
If unintentionally.
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