How many think they
Understand the roots
When they have never planted
Never turned the soil over
Dug down and seen what is there
What nourishes the things that have been put into the ground
When they have never worked with shovels
To clear out what is in and around the shallow spreads
The long, deep taps
To move things to better places
Even though that work
Always
Leaves some things behind
And recovering from that work is hard
For the one worked upon
And the blossoms may never be the same
The fruit changed from growing in new soil
Drinking waters of different flavors
From those it had called home
They are fools
Of course
But there are many of them
Enough that they begin to call their folly
Wisdom
And hear others cheer the misnaming
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