Half Magic

 

Hour Nine

 

Half Magic

 

 

My life has been a carrot, erupting though dirt.

I first was a sprig of green, blown by wind.

 

Then my crown pushed up to reveal

a much bigger me, coated in dirt

that knew I was part of a field

other carrots all around, not alone.

 

Sun and rain fed me, made me strong.

I was self-sustaining and certain.

 

No one told me about rabbits

or farmers with hoes.

 

…and now this happy story turns to

one of woe.

 

 

 

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