It's a Wintery frozen land.
With a spade.
She hacks, hacks, hacks.
At first without precision.
Digging with all her weight.
She adapts and shifts to work to it.
Breaking the packed soil.
Digging a deep, dark hole.
Pulling up through the roots and worms a single inner-earth flower.
Wednesday, 5 January 2011
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