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Gopher It
by Kristina WoodhillHusband tells me
he has a new buddy,
I'm not jealous
Even though it wears a fur coat,
flashes soft eyes, a cute tail
Husband says gopher
really digs it
out beside our old greenhouse
Methodical tunneling
along a slow path to the next loamy vein
leaves behind soft, loosened soil
shovel-ready for transport,
added to a low dam along our fence
where irrigation waters follow land's slope,
where a neighbor patiently
reports any flooding activity
A pile of dug dirt in a garden plot
pulls at the roots of trust
A pile of dirt dug in a casual pasture
leads to repurposing
reclaiming what's underneath us all
rethinking man and beast
relationships and traps
the habits of holes
into which we all fall
07/31/2021 Posted on 07/31/2021
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/01/21 at 05:36 AM Kristina, great title. Really like the step by step descriptiveness of this one. A problem we don't have in this neck of the woods, but we have our groundhogs. lol |
| Posted by Johanna May on 08/18/21 at 05:10 PM Love couplets, brilliant last lines. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/20/21 at 03:14 PM Kristina. Poetry and real life blend so exceedingly well in this endearingly told tale. If only gopher holes were wishing wells? A potential golf course, perhaps? |
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