Psychotherapy
by Richard Meier
Across the way, a paver with a maul:
an old-style wooden one he wields
as if he's chopping something
or else straddles croquet-fashion
to thump, to nudge, the flagstones level;
blows you'd think must surely split them.
But by the look of this thing's head -
dented and mashed, a real veteran -
it's known meaner collisions and
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