| Large sea turtles and some whales will outlive us, water a manifestation of wind in another dimension. I had to use the shovel to hack at the wood, had to grab a hatchet, down deep in the hole. The oak pitched around like a ship’s mast, or I was no longer alive; perhaps I was yet to be all over again, though I kept recalling your name. The verdurous roots. Copyright @ 2014 by David Dodd Lee. Used with permission of the author. |
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