poetry

UnEarth

©2017 E. R. Smith

Met my ancestors on the road

translucent electricity beings

They reached down to till the soil

pulled roots from the start of their being

Smelled the wet, fertile soil as they nodded at me

Now you see, now you see

Yearly till the soil that is your being

Go down deep, beyond past seeing

Keep unearthing  your clay

Routinely cultivate you, new, starting today

 

 

 

 

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