How many times can one rake the same ground?
If my money grew on trees piling up to drift along the old stone wall
perhaps the rub of the rake would be more interesting,
but would I still drag the piles into the woods to dissemble
Would the compost be worth as much in few years.
Or instead would I store these colorful leaves
in matching and numbered stacks,
away behind complicated locks and steel walls
to exchange with the neighbor for her eggs?
If not tended a spring wind
could blow my stash into the another’s yard.
Do I begrudge the bounty lost
or gather more colorful leaves
crunching through the forest floor.
To pull a tangle of tens and twenties from my hair
shaking out the change from my boots
to sweep it out the door
or paste the new notes into books like stamps?
Either way,
it seems a lot of hustle and bustle
and never ending toil
just to see some green.