Sunday, April 03, 2022

Spring

Mud followed signaling 
Spring from every corner every tile
soiled in terracotta, when younger
just plain brown when older
exposed earthworm casings, tree roots 
Swallowing up sandals, destroying boots
We'll donate shoes. To the school, church 
Anyone who gets stuck in stalking mud
Old sneakers from memories some with
holes, but untouched by mud.



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