Bury the Poems

What would happen
If I buried my poems
In rich soil?

Would a madwoman crawl out
Muttering nonsense?

Would a bat inch his way
Through the mud to the open air?

Would a tree sapling sprout
And spout love poems?

Would a vain fairy named Amia
Burst forth and fly away?

This poem is part of my April Poetry Challenge. In honor of National Poetry Month this year, I'm writing lots of poetry and posting a new poem every day in April! Read more of my poetry here.


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