145 Root Road JS-3.6.10vines stream down like locks,
rooted where I rest, pull me towards the Earth
as I gaze upon the open, the vastness, that is just out
of grasp, seized in my imagination,
a contemplation, I taste the hillside
that I have taken in for some time now--
one evening as I bless away the day
like the day and day
before; I will reach over the wire
and stone to feast on
the ripened harvest
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