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Friday, July 11, 2014

Reaching

It was when my
fingers were in
that rich black soil
winter on the window's
other side and the dirt's
scent reached in and told me
something switched me on
and I next saw the spider
plant's root hanging in midair
reaching for what is far off
longing for that humid
warm earth
this reaching
thing like
me.

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