Easter Poem
The Mistaken Gardener
There was reclamation to be done
The path being overrun with runners
My foot having caught in the matrix
of vines to skin my palms in the thorns that received me.
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The Mistaken Gardener
There was reclamation to be done
The path being overrun with runners
My foot having caught in the matrix
of vines to skin my palms in the thorns that received me.
Read the rest of the poem here.