A Boy

March 22, 2017

The dirt has covered my hands,
The worms have crawled on my arms,
The weeds have grown on the head-
The leaves grow out of me, like fingers
Dirt you are,
Soil you are,
You are life with the sun above you.
A child-so high- you are,
You are the foundation of earth beneath us.

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