Goose shit and feathers
reside as fluffy tumbleweeds
atop my clover
my much-anticipated view
obscured by Henry Jamison
who lay down
beside me in aught six
his words on tablet
blocking my southern exposure
and how ironic that the [medicinal]
bloodroot on my manicured bed
flourishes and extends
its orange-red rootlets
well into his coveted plot
reaching its tentacles
through a millenia
of rich sod and red clay
only to find him
and his cure too late.

05/04/2006

Author's Note: Some believe that the root of the bloodroot plant can cure some cancers...

Posted on 05/05/2006
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