Dirt ~ National Poetry Month, Day 3

Just as gently as you please
My shovel strikes the earth
Pulling up a tangled web of roots
Exposing wet life beneath

I whistle when I work
The sound of metal against stony ground
A song of its own –
We both know what I’m looking for.

The darkness of the earth is always a surprise
To you.

I carry it under my fingernails
And wild in my hair
It howls on my breath
And lifts from my hips…

I taste of river rocks and tree sap
You smooth it down with milky melodies
But I find it under the the pillow
Beneath the pine needles…

I find it in my bones


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