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Every spring I find myself
Falling in love with the earth
All over again
It's the prototype
For all other love
This thin crust
Of loosely compacted soil
Towards all living things indiscriminate
And ceaseless in its giving
Inviting even imploring me
To give something in return
I do what I can
With a spade in my hand
On my knees in the garden
Turning and returning once again
Giving my beloved perennials
A perfectly licit push
Here and there
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