“I Am Gardener,” by Daniel Holland
I eat,
smell,
inhale,
and cling
to the dirt.
I am gardener,
feel my grit.
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Daniel, you are gardener…through and through…tied to the land, so close to it, so friendly with the grit of the earth…working with the soil and not afraid to be soiled by it.
not only do I feel grit
I taste it through my nose and
see it with my hands
touching the earth along side you
a gardner too, someday