Crushed

*Third Finger, Right Hand*

Crushed

Yesterday,
Working
In
The 
Yard,
I dropped
A
Rock
And
It
Came
Down
Hard
On
My
Finger.
I will
Not
Linger
On
Curses
I uttered
Or
How
I shuddered.
Now
My
Nail
Has
Turned
Blue,
And
I still
Have 
Work
To
Do.
I am
No
Gardener,
This
Is
True,
But
A
Poet,
And
Don’t
I know
It.