When asked about my inner goddess

When asked about my inner goddess

By Janeen Rastall

I said I am the goddess of dirt.
I am the loam where seeds burst.
Roots, like old mens’ toes, curl into my side.
I am the keeper of secrets:
lost keys, skeletons and phones.
I dance like a devil with the wind.
I am the place where leaves shred underfoot,
where fallen birds die.
I hold the ice close.

– refers to the words “seed” and “side” in the poem Eating Seedless Watermelon by Jill Klein

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