I will bury
	All my bad thoughts
	With the peas
	And onions,
	With broccoli
	And beets and kale.
	With my spade
	I will
	Turn them under
	And transform
	Them, until
	I think no more
	Of you.
	The earth
	Will work her magic,
	Turning my evil
	Into good.
	Then I shall
	Think loving thoughts
	Of you,
	As I should.
	Oh Earth!
	Open your soil
	To me!
	Take my bitter seeds
	And give back
	Sweet fruit
	To me!


© Fred O'Bryant. All rights reserved.

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