Digging
I began the day we first met. Pebbles clattered.
I picked and hacked, my mud-spattered mattox.
The first layer of earth was smooth, cool, compact;
hard to break. Once breached,
easy to up-heave.
The second layer, malleable;
my pick penetrated in even sweeps.
The third, a clay core;
years spent mining,
I reached the heart,
bipolar as a planet.
Copyright © Alexandra Romanyshyn | Year Posted 2014
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