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Gopher It

by Kristina Woodhill

Husband 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 © 2021 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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