-------Before Me-------
Digging
new beds
for a hillside garden
I can feel the hands
that dug here
before me
Their bodies in rhythm,
like music,
with the season
Move through me
and keep
me moving
Knees bent,
back straight,
bare feet upon the earth
A care-full gesture
to honor
this body
And those
who have come
before me.
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