Carrot
The carrot says
don’t be confused
by appearances.
My lacy green
friendship with air
gives me the confidence
to make demands
of dirt. Consider me
a prospector probing
with my own gold.
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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2012 by James Bertolino, "Carrot," from Every Wound Has A Rhythm, (World Enough Writers, 2012). Poem reprinted by permission of James Bertolino and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.