Unearthed
By Janet Sobczyk, 2020
Spring weeds popped up
‘round the stone bench
she sat, plucked, yanked
dug out the roots
tap, tap, what’s that?
trowel hit rock
wait, more than that
brushed away dirt
it’s mosaic!
a stepping stone
blue birds in flight
pale pink flowers
she sat in awe
examined it
perfect for her
love of nature
felt like a gift
buried treasure
from Mother Earth
or previous
owners long gone.
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