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12.01.13 Posted in today's words, Uncategorized by

Cheryl A Van Beek’s poem Nests and Shells appeared here in September 2013.

By Cheryl A Van Beek

Far above my laptop hawks glide
tilting in circular slow motion
painting rims of cloud cluster
following some primal notion.

Like earthworms in a garden,
we surface through layers of history
then forget to return to till.
We skim topsoil
its depth a mystery.

The once healing sun
now sears our collagen bonds,
since we pierced its skin
with chemical wands.
Corn fed cars
drive to wi-fi bars.


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