April Prompt #23

April Prompts #23

Kari’s #5:  A deep hole

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DIGGING HERE

 

This clay goes all the way down

to mother stone. Centuries of drift.

Slick, blue, the scent of deep water.

 

It holds water, holds the prints

of raccoon, possum, deer, dog.

It dries in cracks like flats of salt.

 

It takes a sharp spade,

a strong back. Every daffodil

a sacrifice; every tree paid in pain.

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