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DURING MASSAGEI am a plot of earthFirst I am shaken as though by a small earthquake. Then I am dug up with a teaspoon by caring patient hands to expose my dark brown under soil I am augmented with nurturing rotted manure Lightened with oak leaf mold Each clod broken up by strong fingers And mixed all mixed with the other ingredients The sun shines on me and warms me I am smoothed out so my surface lies open to receive plants My area gladly welcomes holes then the roses planted in them Now I am hovering above my plot Above the mature bushes pregnant with rosebuds I watch them open suddenly like red and white fireworks There over there now there Then the largest one of all opens all at once like a golden sunburst right behind my eyes Copyright 2000 Phyllis Mayfield |