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Turnips

Dec. 12, 2010
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I believe in turnips.

Simple.


They live robustly underground, a life of volume

and girth, while above the dirt, waving


like fans over an Egyptian prince,

turnip leaves know intimately the intrigues of garden air.


From deep tendrils prying the dark, to veins

coursing with sunlight, the turnip


finds form where earth

and air



are a shore.





James Bertolino grew up in Stevens Point, graduated from UW-Oshkosh, then
earned his MFA at Cornell University. Since 1968 he has had 25 books
published by 17 presses in nine states. He now lives in rural Bellingham,
Washington between the Cascade Mountains and Pacific Ocean.

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