something about soil

there’s just something about soil

that makes me plunge my arms right in

straight to my elbows

my fingers tickling worms

brushing roots

thumbing over stones

the warm sun on the back of my neck.

but my arms are cold

from the earth’s caress

its steady embrace

as i turn old into new

and wait for the seeds to bloom.


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