On Writing

POEM A DAY – February 27

Dirt

sometimes it surprises me

how much dirt gets under my fingernails

the deep browns  the flat blacks

the urgent yells of green grime

but I secretly love the two-step process 

of burrowing a nail under a nail 

and scraping out the grot then 

scraping out the grot again –

the small collection of yuck

how it lands on my lap

how I wave it off into 

the detritus 

of the day

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