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Boomerang pt. II: Root
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Extended Poetry The earth is but a bare seed
Planted in every mind
To depend on us
To grow upon us
We learn about it
Every soiled step
They hand on every limp word
Like a quarter hangs on to pockets
Every limpid word
Frozen into poetry
Dripping icicles
Roots are spread
Grip the soil tight
Boomerang spiral
Cuts through the breeze like butter
Cuts through the open wound of honesty
Boomerang whistle
Buzzes on like a kazoo chorus
Pavilion chorus group
In a busy park
In a busy heart
With busy blood.
