January 9, 2012
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
Posted by jacsprat in Uncategorized Tags: barefoot, blind, hidden, kindness, mud puddle, poetry, rain, safe, secrets, silence, soft, time
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