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sarah k bell

straining soil for the teeth of bears
doubtless there is to be found
lances    rings & woven hide

the stone-shine beneath the upper layer
will lift your afternoon from evening
excavate    your animal bones

a bone is a branch with no roots
no flowers but a mess of vines
a bone will not grow beneath grass

or mud & bears    with their meat hands
will not dance under a heavy surface
will not dig a muddy hole to swim or to sleep

sarah k bell

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