Roots Poem by The Poet SPIEL
Roots
roots
not like the stench of that
early place where
roots grew deeper
than trees grew tall
being downward bound
and insistently struggling
toward a skimpy well
of doubtful tomorrows
and the leaves of summer
wore masks of pain
but like that reassuring smell
of yesterdays where
no matter how fearful
my nightmares had been
i knew at least
i would waken
and they would end
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