I imagine
you play in as a
child
enters your
bloodstream
through your fingers
and toes,
creating a bond
that cannot be
erased,
though it can be
changed
as layers of
sediment
build
through travels,
compacting
this first dirt
into a layer of
bedrock
on which
you stand.
Wonderful imagining. Love how your mind works, my friend.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mosk. I kind of liked this one. Maybe because I like dirt.
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