Roots
Dark.
Seed sleeps.
A flicker.
A crack.
A shoot.
Up to the head.
Out through the eyes.
Down through the feet.
Into soil.
Rooted.
How does it feel?
Copyright © Sandra Burbank | Year Posted 2017
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