down again in dark earth

(the sun is coming to its most congenial slant)
closer, on my knees, I can smell
home and revel in its birth

hands in scented loam
I rake to smooth it well
saying, yes —no one is saying that I can’t
and nothing’s hinting I’m alone

I have a doppelganger in another space
chaos works upon that fool
to render him unable to be square and true
and know the things he can’t replace

the soil is slipping through my hands
light rain is falling on my back
the sun is shooting through a nimbus hole
enlightenment is seeping through that crack

by Jim Culleny

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