Dug a well
thought I would sell
water in buckets
to thirsty people
from my hand-crafted
deep and round and
dark and sound
and cold and wet well
and when I found the
rock at the bottom and saw
the dirt floating up
above my hair
shoving a spade until
the spade bent and no ground gave
then I realized
I may have dug to bedrock
so I cut my losses
being my own boss
I ordered my tired legs to sell
the water I had dug
only to find when I returned
water had gone out of style
thrown aside for coca cola
but luckily
dirt has become all the rage back home
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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