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Sevenling (What I Found In The Earth)

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What I found in the earth at Brierfield:
shards of white china, a deer bone knife,
a slave mother’s beads carved by hand,

and what I found in the earth at Tannehill:
two thousand iron nails, door hinges,
hearth stones still scented with rain and earth.

In the clay, I even excavated myself.

Saguaro D├ęcima

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Saguaro reaches to the sky
hoping to prick open a grey
stormcloud and wash in the cool spray
that tumbles out. Green flesh, drip dry
-ing in the desert sun; sand flies
nip the ears of pocket mice in
old saguaro’s shadow. It’s been
too long since pocket mice could taste
rain, so drink quick, don’t let it waste:
greedy sun eats rain off hot skin.