Sassafras: Our American Joy
Ancestors boiled her, shredded her, grinded her, roasted her
And now here she stands
ready to give it all again
She hides brightness beneath her bark
She spreads her magic underfoot
spicy, and herbal, sweet and deep
her limbs root culture into land
Kvfi became filé in the forests of Louisiana
Roots became soda in the forests of Maine
Her April rebirth unites time and space
In August, over her shoulder she glances
Gives us a wink
-Evan Bowman
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