dirt, 2

There’s a distance
between me
and poetry lately

It’s harder to take
pen to paper these days
even bringing
fingers to keyboard is difficult

My hands seem to want
nothing more than to
replant tender seedlings
coax blooms into fruit
harvest small tender leaves

There’s something
changing.

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