Mulch  by Nancy Schatz Alton


Words tear up the trees inside of me.

Roots exposed, I reach for tools

to tamp down destruction.

There’s no beating this sadness down.

These old tracks, this sordid tale,

leaks calcium from my bones

I make a box of love, grief’s remedy,

mulch to temper what I cannot change.

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