When her feet
were in the soil,
they were part
of the land,
they held the secrets
of the earth,
they knew the mystery
of how seed, dirt
and water
become
beans
in pods,
kernels
In ears
of corn.
Her heart
was in her feet,
her heart
was in the land,
her heart
was the mystery.
Her feet spoke eloquently,
"Estoy aquí,
I am here,”
- trevor scott barton, poems for brown-eyed girls, 2024
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