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Playing in the Dirt Beneath the Fort

3/28/2022

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He's in his Wellingtons again
The ones with cut out handles
Digging into the earth
Avoiding the gas line
Talking to himself of "crunches" and
"Crashes" between Tonka trucks
Flying through the air in his
grungy hands
Soil caked under the fingernails
And dried into every pore or crevice
"Smash!" he grunts, then sweeps
the clods out between his legs
For a dusty bum will arise
And diggers dig-dig-dig before
a "super-crash super-smash"
Tsshh! pkow!
Smash
Smash smash smash
Crouched in those Wellies

I need a bath just watching him


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