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By the Roots - July 16, 2020

Gary Hunter

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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