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Making Moles

A Poem

Photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash

The toes go on digging
shifting a little more dirt
the carapace of bugs and worms
indifferent to these subtle
Sentenced aboard a shuttle
above ground
trying to keep the ash out
till the last fucking minute
so you can breathe just a bit more
The telling features of your face
show you haven’t been blinded
Nothing real grows in these eyes
That hill you are so proud of
that lets you reclaim your sense
of standing by…



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J.D. Harms

J.D. Harms

Former hairstylist, perpetual philosophy student, swallowed by poetry, writing, ideas