Rows of White Roots

Rows of white roots
20 neat rows from which watercolor
memories flow from on Adirondack roadside.

Walk slow with no shoes
Using porches and willows for shelter.
And the trees aren't as prominent
As they used to be.
Who do I go to about that?

20 springs and 20 autumn eves
As we danced for the arrival and sent harvest gone
To the white root rows.

I spoke to you of philosophy as you
Explained to me of stars and beyond
Our wonders.

I ran so hard to those root rows
Of white to play with hearts and hackeysacks.

Spring grass to autumn grass,
Lying face down and grass in my

After the rain came and dirt bed became my bed –
Sinking softly in my king size soil quilt.

Will you play your strings
As stars shower me in my sleep?

And when the sun rises,
We will paint the scene
And portray saccharine daydreams
20 landscapes tracing life
On canvas.

-Sara Dylan Zarett

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