Directions to the Roots


As discussed in the memo

Fixed in the cobwebbed crevice

Of the oak’s dew soaked roots

All passersby will swallow flowers

They will surrender to the 1000 watts

Booming from the rock speakers

They will shake and stutter to the sprinkler bursts

They will slide their tongues across the fence posts

To announce the street cleaner to the lizards

They will break the memo

Into scraps of sacred bread

Partaking of their scripture with the squirrels

A pulpy mass of starry blots of ink.

Jonathan Simkins

Jonathan Simkins lives in Ybor City, Florida. He works as a psychiatric registered nurse. Directions to the Roots is his first published poem.

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