(a re-post from last August, revised)
.
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.
.
(c) 1992, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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