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But I’ve seen plenty
of snake holes, a groundhog her and there.
Ground bees and ants. Worms and grubs, all
chipping in to form that so thin promising layer
of top soil over that fist of red darkness.
So praying here will mostly be above ground,
I concede. Melting in with the wind
that swings
in from a slightly different angle than back home.
My words will have to learn to
light along
the corn petals and bean vines,
within the tomato leaf scents, with the robins
as they gratefully peck at the freshly hoed
lines of ground in the evenings.