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From the July 2008 Newsletter

POEM: Ode to Moles (for Mary Oliver)
by Judy Morse

Under cloudless sky
under leaf and loam
with eyes that don't see
and ears that don't hear
and paws that don't walk
you breaststroke through dirt.
Your pink shovel-hands
sifting the weight of the world
your sleep black body
seeing earthworm and grub
your stubborn nose
sniffing savory bulb.
Through labyrinth of tress roots
over rock bed and around granite
boulder you push again the world
you dig
     and dig
          and dig
unaware of the sunlight
unaware of the moonlight
your world dark and moist and humid.
Paddle-footed you rub your way
beneath the unknown world above.
The earth cradles you, awaits
the day your short stay silently ends.

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