Turning over soil, making room for new roots.
Dirt under my fingernails.
The young leaves of the watermelon plant
eaten by tiny slugs.
No watermelon summer.
The light pushes into the ground,
reflects off of the leaves.
Everything's glowing, growing.
Sometimes, you have to stay very still
and allow yourself to be tended to
by loving hands, to bloom and give.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
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