Spades
by Peter Erich
Went digging and
ran into pretty much all
the secret letters
ever dreamed up
Found them broken in
black loam
sharp halves of
stubbled ink in the mud
air pockets in tar-pits
Went digging and
learned the earth was the gold
Pass this on to the next generation
there is enough love for you too
Each last breath cures the land
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Author's Note
Mary Oliver has been one of my favorite poets since I met Anne LaMott and she said - Put down the Bukowski and pick up Mary Oliver.
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Enjoyed that last line.
"Each last breath cures the land." **
@roz - thank you
@tara i appreciate it. thank you
I like it. Must check out Mary Oliver now... *
@Matthew she is a wonderful talent. i am happy this pointed you in the direction of her work. cheers!
Oooh, I liked this.*
@gary - thank you!
This said a lot with a little. Glad to have found it.
Very nice, especially liked: "Went digging and/
learned the earth was the gold." And now it's back to Mary Oliver's New & Selected Poems which I see neglected on my bookshelf here next to a neglected Billy Collins collection. Yikes, so many poets, so little time for my own writing!!
@neil thank you thank you thank you
@ed thank you for the kind words. what makes me most happy is that youre getting good use of your books.