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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

a poet tree



when i break

i dig

six deep
six wide

i throw myself in

wrap myself
in the skin
of dirt
i've unearthed


i wait


and breathe


this poet tree is what grows
of me


welcome
to me

broken
and
born





wb
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