• Gary Hunter

By the Roots - July 16, 2020

MY DOG HAS ROOTED HERSELF

IN UNTILLABLE AREAS WRAPPED

AROUND SOME BIG ROCKS AND

PENETRATED THE DENSEST

CLAY AT THE CORE OF MY HEART SO IF I YELL AT HER WHEN

SHE’S DONE SOMETHING WRONG

SHE BENDS WITH THE PAIN OF

A BULL-DOZED TRUNK WITH

TORN ROOTS EXPOSED

A FEW MINUTES AFTER THE DAMAGE IS DONE

WE WASTE NO TIME FOR THERE IS NONE

TO WASTE AND BURROW BACK INTO EACH

OTHER’S EARTH

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