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Gophers

A week of triple digits. The birds stay low. No sign of life, except gophers scuttling across dry grass making for the lower regions. Roots, tubers and bulbs. Gophers turn down and inward, thrive on lonely. Look, here’s one that feels the vibration of our feet and scuttles off again. Lowly, homely, alive.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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