Oddly woven
I sift through the
fibers of this history.
Written on parchment,
faded headstones
in a valley cemetery.
I untangle the
overgrowth
and dig hands into
earth.
Through the roots,
the breaking bonds
to this world-
the white bellies
of familial ties
crackle.
In the small cove of
roots I burrow
down. In the leaves
there is a warmth,
unreplicated
anywhere else.
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