Poem: cultivate

sighs
inhale
exhale

nails seeking purchase in the rich softness
dark and moist

sighs
push
pull

stretching hot muscles
the sun peeking at us

sighs
in
out

we’re breaking ground
we dig deeper

sighs
groans
grunts

organic is our garden
these herbs shall be the best yet

sighs
cultivating
gardening

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circa april 2011

 

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