Compost – 2012 posting

(a re-post from last August, revised)

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I burrow under

leaves and twigs,

slide past thorns

and nettles,

chew through my own roots

to mate with worms

where the soil is dark

and sweet.

Earth plugs my ears

with lullabies

and I sleep

sealed

in tomorrow’s rose.

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(c) 1992, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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