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Katie Redding

So this morning
I am here, shovel deep in the dirt,
planting a stick of willow. I am sorry it is such
a small one, and I am sorry I will probably
neglect it, though dirt carries on sometimes,
without us, and in astonishing ways. Today, I dig
down for deeper words, a darker way
to explain all my takings, but I hit rocks early, and tire.
If you find the ones I’m looking for, dig them up.

— Katie Redding, from “Shovel,” Terrain.org: A Journal of Built and Natural Environments (No. 15, Fall/Winter 2004)

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