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Gerry Loose

sorting seeds all day
recording who sent
what & where when
anemone wind flowers
pink in my mind this off
season day lighting
the lichened woodland
of my skull

lying quiet in the tub
the tuber that’s taken
root behind my ribs
gives a little leap
to remind me that
it flowers on average
once every second
sixty or so times a

minute & has done
all these long years
flowering blood
a constant mycorrhizal
ebb & flow thanks wind
flower I know you’re
there seed & root
thanks tuber happiness

it’s the edge of season
darkness moves on the hill west





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