"Resin" by Len Harrison

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wrote poetry for it not to be heard

by the ears of my own species.

wrote poetry for the earth to chew up and swallow

these words from my heart, wrote poetry for the

birds to carry like seeds, for the squirrels

to bury like acorns, rising again in oak

in a million years when spring comes, wrote poetry

for the roots to tend my hurt, to wrap it in

water and life under the dark soil,

wrote poetry for the leaves to catch with the dew

and for the spiderwebs to catch with the flies.

wrote poetry for it to be heard only

by those who could say nothing back.

Now a sophomore at the Waynflete School in Portland, Maine, Len Harrison has enjoyed writing poetry since the second grade. In addition to writing poetry, Len has also been a member of The Telling Room's Publishing Workshop for three semesters and hopes to continue in this role. When not writing, Len can be found working backstage at the Franklin Theater, listening to science fiction podcasts, or learning languages.