The Song of Stomping Mud

Shoe strings 
drag along, 
staining yellows
and oranges like
sunsets 
painters left
from the mud 
we dug.

Rock heel to toe
in time with 
the melody the bird
sings and 
the rhythm of the 
cricket’s twitching
violin.

 
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