Toil

Don't end, work stop.
Back pauses and front causes
make noises that encourage
the way of a caw.

Crow slow gets walnut glow
under the nap and a fart
where a stoop rises 
over where we dig.

Together and lonely,
fraught and hopeful,
paired and plattered,
it's a meal, a feast, a fast.

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