there’s too much at stake to trust the soil

too much at stake to leave it all to chance

too much at stake not to pull up wild herbs by their roots

and place them all in little piles

organized and drying in the sun

it is the way of things

little piles

of the scraps we lay on open wounds

the bits and pieces

left to steep until scalding

and swallowed still too hot

better this way

when all is dry and

the roots know open air

perhaps in dust we may soak our bones

and rest

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If you want to hear poetry from some Denver poets you can find episodes of my show, The Poets, over at thepoets.co

Cheers!

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