Beneath our feet

They mean us no harm,
the grasses whisper, as our
boots trample their slender stalks.
We have nested their birds, we have
covered their ancestors’ bones.

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Treegaping (40 Poems)

TreeGapingOpen is the micro poetry moniker for Trish Saunders, a Honolulu-based poet and short fiction writer.

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