[31] Seed Pod, Claire Scott

 

Grief is ditch-digging work
fingernails claw the earth
frantic
digging for the sound
of a laugh, the taste of a kiss,
the feel of a feather-light touch
in the silt of dawn

I lie back on the raw earth
exhausted
a finger of moon
lightens the night sky
grief splits like milkweed
spilling seeds
of love