July Protection


July, gray squirrels run the fence lines
with peanuts in their mouths, burying them
wherever the earth is soft.

Where the earth is hard for living:
minds are getting buried and lost.
Each moment I rediscover

my refuge from hunger, from insanity,
in the unnamed power that
rises quickly to protect me.

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2 Responses to July Protection

  1. smilecalm says:

    this, a tasty
    peanut shell
    cracked open 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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