dirt on the welcome mat

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her secrets are safe
between her toes
she goes barefoot
on mud puddle days
and river-wades
and the wild-sown silents
slosh over and sink ground
dirt brown and so soft
everyone knows the smell
and sound
but nobody looks

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sunshine warm as trickling blood
and colors wrapped in rainy mist
whisper must into dark layers
of dried promise and future bliss

~~~
collected to rot,
the tulip bulbs, 

sad orbs misshapen
like old, dulled eyes
dwelling dusty and dark

in the basement, their ark,
their coffin sealed tight
with concrete carelessness