Poem-

I lay at the bottom
of ferns
near the roots
smelling earth
listening to insects crawl
while the sun stands over
I watched an ant carry
the wing of a dragonfly
toward home
Home to me as
a young boy
was a confusing place
to love
so I laid with the ferns
hoping to understand
why alone feels
like home
-M. Taggart

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