diptych

Weeds were here before
anyone thought to pull them. 
And why pull them now?

Furrows ooze a 
thick, fertile scent. Can you smell
it, on the tractor?

Author: Krumholz

Dreams are messages from the deep. View all posts by Krumholz

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