On Buried ArtifactsA Poem by M. HassenA poemI don’t go to the store anymore. I just go outside, Digging in dirt, unpacking earth To reveal the treasure it hides. Pots and pans, an old Roman door, There’s no telling what I might find. “Are you a nut, batshit crazy? Please stop digging,” they all chide. But I still don’t go to the store Anymore because all that I need, I find like a seed Planted under the floor.
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