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Monday, July 12, 2010

Buried Within the Garden

Everyone knows about the plants
the seeds
the bulbs
both active and dormant.

Most notice the songbirds and butterflies,
even moths. 

 Less know about the community of
moles, voles, ground squirrels and grubs;
worms, snakes,
beneath our soles.

They live and die.
Some never see the light.
Most never see us.

But we live together
as bones and skin do;
never touching
each unaware of the other.
They must not think of us often
as few of us heed them.
We pass through
in separate worlds

They continue beneath us
as over their heads we continue
to live and die;

some never seeing the light.

1 comment:

NCmountainwoman said...

Beautiful prose and so true.