We are also gardeners
planting seeds in this palm
scratch scratch scratching the
surface we hash lines sinews
run through pockets of fat-lined muscle
marked with
salmon scale boundary
Pockets rich in sustenance
providing for
endless giving
Marrow surges in streams
seeds of the past tumble in
dark memories
Histories foam with guilt and shame
beware the crow
and his endless surging aerating
Tender soil
habits worm to the surface
every holiday season
I plant more
of the same seeds.
I woke up this morning
to find seeds in my palm
scratching the surface
scratching the dust they
remain just out of reach
sinews like rivers snake
deep below and crown like
the tree holding fast to memory
the air is frozen and i’ve
begun to foam at the mouth
looking for answers i reach
the fat-lined muscle marked
by salmon scale and pockets
of gold pockets of giving
stretching for the morning
light the crow balances on
my fingertips and tries like
so many before him to dig
up the seed, surging endlessly
and only too happy to find
the worm of tireless habits
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