Dirt under my fingernails
proclaims the advent of spring,
and summer's slow continuance.
My ankles and calves are mud-streaked
grubbing around in weeds like caterpillars,
seeds come to visibility as tiny green promises.
I am face to face with
the reality of miracles.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
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