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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