Buried
deep within
grit cake
earth
left
laid
careless hands
too eager
to cover what was
Twice overwintered
yellowed exuberant lengths
folded over itself
to wither
without even a nod
Passed
Up and Over
a warm enthusiastic evening
weighting
yawning
further into the Cimmerian keep
then one
returned to the plot
now only a whisper
of the garden
remaining
but he knows
eager
removes his weathered gloves
Bare fingers
scratching leaves
no trace yet, found
probing through the roots
renounced long ago
stems grasped tightly
pulled free
wildly kicking at the air
soiled underpinnings
cast aside
long sturdy roots
wrap around wrists
arms, bearing
down deeper
still seeking
hands cup under
firm arches
raising the plush
waxen bulb, swollen
secret sugar cache
Calcified knots
exposed
pinched
rolled between
thumb, forefinger
releasing the memory
the ground exhales
humid salty air
oozing up
below
the surface
a bloom remained
preserved
in your hands
then plunged
back
deep
into the softened
yielding soil
anew
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