He's raking the garden rake too close to my back side
so over my music I mumble,
excuse me.
Rather perturbed,
distinctly disturbed,
I think how I'd rather do it alone.  

Later,
digging fairly deep into some sandy ground,
two clumps of horse **** in the two of my hands
I feel close to the earth.
I get back to the land.
I get back to the garden,
because she told me to do it,
and without the hired help.