I started by dredging
eventually,
succeeding
with a pile of
soft sienna earth
soft things squirmed
in the grains
as I kept digging
making sweat
and sounds
with every crease
and pull
eventually the black
seemed deep enough
I remember thinking
“this hole seems
quite birthed”
I dragged the hose
across the yard
around the pile
to the newly made bowl
I paced around
as the water filled
some and almost all
just
until I stopped the hose
the ground being so selfish
would suck up every bit
and leave just soggy dirt
it never occurred to me
I’d ever need something else
something else,
to fill the void.
– sc
sheila sea 
I was thinking: “the tarp the tarp.” Alas though the void of a whole just keeps drinking.
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Aha, that’s exactly the problem. Didn’t even think of the tarp.. 😉
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Sheila, there is something about your writing style, which of course if a part of you, that completely wraps me up and leaves me feeling “raptured”. Love, Harlon
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That’s really cool to hear, Harlon. Thank you 😀
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