A Year of Poems – Day 188

Younger eyes watched older hands
Shoveling a trench inside the earth

sweat drenched brow wiped clear by gloved hands
I marveled at the earthworm

I run to show the sleek garden king
He pauses, they both return to their tasks –

Working the earth to bring life.
I learned from them both,

Lovingly carved in paper dirt,
I dig a path for irrigation.

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